#and this is mostly without batman and robin and nightwing and all the others in the family dont even get me started on them phew
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Bruce Wayne is so mom-coded with Dick Grayson. Like, he's very 'dad' with a lot of his other kids but his relationship with Dick is very 'mom'. Just-
Bruce wanting Dick to be better than he is, pushing all of his hopes and faults onto him. Being suffocating and strict in the name of love. In the name of protection.
Dick needing his freedom, needing to get away, but being unable to stay away from Bruce. Wanting to hate him but knowing that he'll never be able to, that if Bruce asked, he'd always be there.
Their relationship fraying and fraying and then getting stronger. Not talking about the hard times ever even when the relationship is good again. Remembering all the hard times and justifying them to yourself, letting them stay in the past out of fear that you'll lose them in the present.
Taking care of the younger children together. Being more partner than child. Dick reading Bruce better than anyone else and Bruce trusting Dick more than anyone but them always being separated by the parent-child divide.
Dick having problems with Bruce but always defending him to his younger siblings because he understands better than anyone where Bruce is coming from. Doing the same to Bruce, always on his siblings' side even when they're not getting along because he's the oldest dammit.
Dick wanting so badly not to be anything like him but seeing Bruce in himself anyways. Also wanting so much to be like him, and realising that he'll never be.
Dick never being able to see how much Bruce loves him and Bruce showing everyone else but Dick how much he loves him. Them loving each other so so much that they can't imagine anything else. Can't imagine their souls being anything but intertwined with each others.
Bruce's very obvious soft spot for Dick despite how much he tries to deny it. He'd do anything if it was for Dick. Dick looking up to Bruce and still trusting him with his everything, still wanting his praise, his affection, no matter how much he insists he's outgrown it.
All of their trauma, shared and personal. Not wanting to hurt the other, but hurting them the worst anyways. Always having to bite your tongue not to say something you'll regret.
#thoughts and opinions vv welcome pls i would love to hear other interpretations about them#bruce wayne#dick grayson#batman#robin#THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME UGH I CANT 😭#the way they love each other#not incest#platonic feelings only brudick shippers stay away#almost 99.99% projection about my relationship with my mother guys sorry 😓😓#and this is mostly without batman and robin and nightwing and all the others in the family dont even get me started on them phew#dc comics#dc#4sh-n4
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DC x DP
The Justice League summons the ghost king.
Unfortunately, the safest way JLD can find requires a host body to contain the being.
Obviously Superman, Wonder Woman, and Flash are out - who knows what this being would do with a super-powered body. They have no idea how Captain Marvel or Green Lantern type magic would interact with the summoning, so not them either. They need Constantine and Zatanna to perform the ritual.
Basically it's down to the bats.
Batman tries to volunteer - better him than one of his kids if anything were to go wrong.
That gets vetoed. As do a lot of his offspring. The safest options (ie the least contaminated by magic, lazarus water, time shenanigans, and everything else) are Red Robin, Spoiler, and Nightwing.
Nightwing pulls rank.
After a lot of arguing, everyone at least agrees to tolerate the arrangement.
Nightwing removes every possible weapon from himself, allows himself to be tied to a chair in the middle of a summoning circle, and waits for JL Dark to complete the ritual.
It's not long before he feels a surge of cold burning through him.
He expected to be unconscious while the Ghost King took over. That's what Zatanna said had been reported the last time this ritual was performed many years ago.
They had all expected a lot of things.
Pariah Dark was supposed to be terrifying to behold - a massive, cruel, FURIOUS dictator who turned to violence at the smallest sleight.
This was... definitely not that.
Dick was present. He had no control over his body, but he could see and hear in an almost dream-like state. Foggy and indistinct, maybe a little warped, but definitely present.
He felt his heart rate and breathing pick up in panic even though he felt mostly calm (or at least no more anxious than he had been, waiting for an angry deity to possess his body and all). It was a strange sensation.
He felt the vibrations of his own voice as it left his throat, high and confused.
"Wha... Where..." It asked, warbling and afraid.
He felt his eyes blink and his limbs struggle against the bindings.
His head tilted down without his say so, and he looked at his own body as if through rippling water, warped lenses.
"I'm not..." His voice came out, still confused. Still afraid.
"Your Majesty?" Zatanna asked from beyond the limits of the circle.
His head whipped up, and he felt his neck click at the abrupt motion.
His breathing picked up again. Dick felt the ghost (pun not intended) of anxiety, like it was leaking from the other consciousness inhabiting his body.
"We mean you no harm. Our associate has agreed to lend you his body for the duration of this meeting." She continued.
Dick felt the king's anxiety again, stronger this time. Other emotions too, guilt, sorrow, anger, and a strange sort of pressing-tugging sensation.
Suddenly, Dick was back in control. He could still feel the king's consciousness, stronger now than before, but he could also move and speak freely.
"What just happened?" He mumbled, speaking to the ghost, not the audience of heroes.
"Nightwing?" Someone called from outside the circle, but he ignored them for the moment, feeling instead the consciousness inhabiting his body push back fear, guilt, and apology.
"Yeah, it's me. He's still in here, though." Dick frowned, trying to figure out how to interact with the being.
He heard a voice in the back of his mind. It sounded like him. It sounded different. It was younger than him. It was small and afraid. It was neutral and quiet and him. But it wasn't. It was speaking. It was silent. It was emotions and thoughts and nothing.
"Oooookay, this is really weird. I think we're communicating. I don't know how to talk back, but if he's in the same situation I was a minute ago he should be able to hear us just fine. Is that right?" Nightwing tried.
The 'voice' (he figured he'd call it a voice for now. He wasn't sure what else he could call it) responded in the affirmative. Like a hand outstretched, flipping up and down in a 'kinda' type of gesture. Like a nod and a hesitant smile. The feeling of victory by default.
Dick beamed.
"Okay yeah he can hear us." He announced for the benefit of their audience. "Why didn't you stay where you could speak? Wouldn't that have been easier?" He looked at his own chest, as if he could somehow find a way to see the presence inside of him.
Disgust. Guilt. Fear. An unexpected step at the bottom of a staircase. Falling off a pier into tempestuous water. A stranger pinning your hands above your head.
"Oh." Dick breathed. "Thank you, but I can handle it."
Guilt. Guilt. GUILT.
"Okay. It's alright. You can speak through me or we can manage like this." He soothed.
"Nightwing, report." Batman demanded.
"Uhh, right. I think he's trying to be courteous? To me, I mean. From what I can gather, he doesn't want to possess me or take over. He seems pretty repulsed by the idea, to be honest. I think he can see and hear and generally experience everything I'm experiencing, he's just more passenger than driver? I can feel him, and he's communicating, he just can't speak through me without taking my autonomy again, and he really doesn't want to do that." Dick explained, looking at the various states of thinly-veiled bewilderment across the faces of the heroes.
"Ask him if he's Pariah Dark, High King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of Rage and Destructio-" Constantine begins, before Dick cuts him off
"I just said he can hear everything we're saying. Ask him yourself."
Constantine huffs. "You heard me, mate. Are you him?"
Denial. Contemplation. A battle. Single combat. A crown made of black thorns and green flames. A throne too big for he who sits in it. Victory. Desperation. Insufficiency. A question.
"I think..." Dick starts, trying to understand. "I think he's the King... but he's not Pariah Dark."
Agreement. Apology. Questioning.
"He wants to know if we're looking for Pariah Dark, or if we're looking for the High King of the Infinite Realms." He glances between Zatanna and Constantine, uncertain of the answer himself.
Constantine pales.
"Whatever is inside you defeated the ancient of Rage and Destruction in single combat, Nightwing. It's a powerful motherfucker, and a total unknown." He warns cautiously.
"Get him out of there, now. Send it back." Batman demands.
TERROR. Pleading. Unbearable suffering. Shiny metal dripping with green blood. The end of love. Unfathomable loss. Death without release. Unending torment. Begging.
"NO!" The voice tears its way out of Nightwing without his consent.
Cowering. Apology. Apology. Guilt. Apology.
Dick clears his throat. "I don't think he wants to leave."
"All the more reason to send it back." Batman growls.
"Don't." Dick protests. "I know it's a risk, and there's a chance it's manipulating me. But, something doesn't feel right about all of this."
"Ghosts are well known for their skills regarding manipulation, mind control, and emotion tampering." Zatanna cautions.
"According to those dehumanising rags maybe," Constantine scoffs.
"Every source we have-"
"Two sources, Love. Both of which have a bit of a vested interest, wouldn't you say?"
Fear. FEAR. Frustration. Heartbreak. An unheard voice in a crowded room. A layperson lecturing an expert. Mockery. A spectacle of suffering. Lies. Hurt. Fear.
"He agrees with Constantine." Dick pipes in.
Exasperation. Reluctance.
"I don't think he's too happy about it." He laughs.
"Of course he agrees with Constantine, he's giving him what he wants." Red Robin huffs.
"He's afraid." Dick's voice cuts through the argument and the heroes turn to look at him. "I don't know exactly what's happening, but he's terrified of being sent back."
Zatanna sighs. "Let's do what we came to do, and then maybe we'll talk about letting him out."
(Something goes wrong and Dick and Danny end up stuck like this for a while.
Dick moves back into Wayne Manor while they try to figure out how to remove Danny from Dick's body without hurting either of them.
Everybody starts referring to Phantom as Dick's little passenger.
Eventually they repeal the Anti-Ecto Acts and find out all of the trauma Danny's been through via talking and dream/memory bleeding between him and Dick.
When Danny does finally manage to tumble out of Dick he is promptly adopted into the Batfam (what did anyone expect, he's a traumatised young teenager with black hair and blue eyes and barely any sense of self preservation).
In the meantime, however, Dick is happily going about his daily life with his little passenger, and Danny is still very traumatised but he's also contentedly curled up in Dick's chest, thrumming with happiness whenever Dick takes care of him.
Once or twice when Dick gets into Big Danger while vigilante-ing, Phantom forcibly takes over Dick's body to save him, using his ghost powers to fight the bad guy and escape the scenario. He cries afterwards because even though he needed to save Dick's life, he knows how terrifying and violating it feels to have someone else controlling your body (thanks Circus Gothica) and never wants to put anyone else through that.)
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I think a lot about Cass and Steph (zero surprise there), but particularly the way they view the no-kill rule. (Also, at some point this post turned into a fanfic and I don't know how it happened)
Cass is even more extreme than Bruce (mostly because Bruce Wayne as a character has existed so long and been written by so many people, there are contradictions). She would literally die rather than Killin someone else and even if Steph doesn't agree, she respects that. She resuscitates this guy Cass accidentally killed because she knows that's important to her. A difference from Bruce is the fact that Cass loves a redemption more than she loves the fully innocent. Bruce is ready to flip his shit when he finds out Cass killed someone as a child, but Cass is always ready to convince others of giving up on killing and forgive previous transgressions once they make the switch. But, let's not forget, she's all for not killing. That's her religion.
Steph on the other hand is way more ambivalent on the whole thing, but thinks that she should be allowed to use lethal force to protect herself and others. If her only way out of a situation is to slam someone's nose into their brain, so be it. I think she's closer to Green Arrows philosophy (read: I'm not going to kill you because I don't want to inflict that trauma upon myself) than Batman's. And it makes sense for her, she's not as perfectly trained as Batman, Nightwing or Cass's Batgirl, she doesn't have as many non lethal resources to get out of a fight alive. She will try, but if it's her or the bad guys, she's not going to hesitate (and she's most definitely not dying if she has any say on it).
I would kill to read a story where Steph is forced to kill in self defense and has to deal with the fall out. You just know all the other Bats are dragging her around to make a point and no one even cares how she feels about it or if she's okay. Bruce, Jason, Dick and Babs are all arguing about whose fault it is and how it could have been avoided (or if it should have been avoided). Tim would defend Steph, because it's not her fault that she didn't have any other options. Duke would say how absolutely insane the argument is because "what? Did you expect her to die?". Damian would be extremely stressed out trying to figure out if his assassin training would have taken over in that situation or if he would have found another way.
Then there's Steph. She's not engaging, she left the cave hours ago when it became clear that her input was not necessary (to those accusing her nor the ones defending her). Steph refuses to freak out in front of them, she's not taking their fucking condescension. She has just killed someone, for the very first time, in an extremely traumatic life or death situation. It could have been her. Some of her fellow vigilantes argue that it should have been her. That it was her responsibility.
There are so many awful feelings inside her right now because, yes, that guy was a piece of shit, but now he was dead. She had killed him. There's the inherent shock of it, the numb horror of how close it got, now that the adrenaline started fading out. But there's something more insidious, eating away at her heart. It comes in the form, not of Bruce's righteous anger or Jason's delighted glee. Not even Dick's sad puppy eyes of disappointment. No, it's Tim's well-meaning "It's not her fault that she didn't have any other options".
He's trying to placate Bruce, she knows. Tim has been Robin for a very long while, he's playing the argument that has the best chances to get her off the hook. But it is true, she did not have other options. Steph couldn't get out of that situation without resorting to lethal force. There was an implication there, an implication she knew to be true: that Tim could have found another way. That it only came to that because it was her.
Steph doesn't kid herself, she didn't figure Bruce's identity on her own like Cass and Tim. She didn't have any prior super special secret training like Damian, Dick or Cass. She didn't have powers like Duke. She wasn't specifically trained by Batman to be Robin like Tim and Jason, she got a Robin 101 at most. She barely got trained at all because no one except Tim and later Cass saw the point in it. Bats always told her to own it, that she didn't need Bruce's approval to be great, but that was easy from someone smart enough to hack the Pentagon on the daily.
When Cass sits beside her completely silent as usual, Steph has half the mind to push her off the roof. Cass would never be in this situation. Sure, she could barely read and her people-skills left a lot to be desired, but she was a fighting machine. And if it came down to it, everyone knew what she would choose. Still, she didn't push her friend away.
Cass, to her credit, did not try to lecture her or make her feel better. She offered some fries that Steph had to decline. Her stomach felt like a bottomless pit of despair, and she doubted fries would result in anything other than a disgusting puke fest. They stayed there in silence, staring up to Gotham's polluted night sky.
When Steph started to cry, Cass did not shush her. She did not offer empty words or justifications so she wouldn't feel bad with herself. There was no hint of the drama back at the cave, she simply rubbed her back in compromise circles.
"I know," she offered. "I know."
Steph wanted to tell her to fuck off, she didn't know what it was to fail. To not be strong enough, to prove everyone else right. Cass was the most perfect Bat ever, and much like Nightwing, better than Bruce himself could ever dream to be. She was so far removed from even the idea of knowing how Steph felt at that moment... Except she wasn't. Not completely.
Unlike Tim, she had killed before. Unlike Jason, it had destroyed her to the point of not even believing herself to be worthy of living. Had she cried that day? A look at her friends devastated expression is answer enough. So she hugs her. Steph hugs the only person that cares she's hurting. Cass is the only one that can claim she would have done the right thing, and yet, she's not casting any stones. She's hugging Steph back, offering an understanding that no one else seems to share.
They stay like that for what seems like forever, but by the time they break apart, Steph finally accepts the soggy cold fries. They're disgusting, but she's suddenly very hungry. No matter how guilty and inadequate she may feel right now, she doesn't regret living. Cass may not have made the same decision, but she's still standing beside her. Lord only knows what's actually going through her head, Steph doesn't have her ability to read people. She lays her head on Cass's shoulder, and the other doesn't push her away. That's enough for her.
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Honestly, even if (just sometimes, normally I don't) I love the new interpretation of Dick as the "angry Robin" that we have these days, sometimes it feels bad that you can't talk about a version of Dick as Robin that isn't like that without getting people saying things like "that's not Dick, he's the angry one, the bloodthirsty one" and... What?
It takes away a lot of depth from the character when people only think of that when talking about Robin!Dick, when, since always, Dick was, quite possibly, one of the best written characters, and one of those that has more nuances to make him a completely human character, not only in the sense of not having superpowers, but of being able to empathize with him.
There are many versions of the story, but the most widely accepted version is that Dick lost his parents at the age of eight, watching them fall because they sabotaged their act, an act Dick probably saw many times, one he knew for sure his parents would never fail... Until it failed, and through no fault of their own.
Dick was a little boy who grew up in a loving family (as far as we know, I still think they were strict, but not necessarily bad parents... We'll talk about the Court of Owls later), and from one second to the next, all of that ended. Even if Bruce was there for him, things obviously weren't the same anymore, they never would be again.
Although many have the idea that Dick escaped from youth center to kill Zucco, in the original stories Dick didn't even know yet about him, at least not that much to know what he really did; but he wanted to escape from juvenile so as not to lose his values, so as not to stop being who he is, who his parents taught him to be.
Even in the lines where he DOES say he wants to kill Zucco, in most cases, when push comes to shove, he wants to prevent Zucco's death. There are some moments where he even confesses that he didn't want Zucco to die, he just wanted justice for his parents.
People now see Dick as the Robin who only saw misfortune and was an absolute menace to society, and while, yes, Dick was an absolute menace, it was only to the villains, who heard a little boy laughing at them before beating the shit out of them. Plus, even as a child he was a master manipulator, both for enemies and allies.
But what about the rest? Robin was supposed to be the light where Batman was the darkness. He was the one who comforted scared civilians when Batman couldn't. He was the sensitivity that Batman cannot afford to show.
Dick Grayson was the one who saved Batman from losing himself in the same darkness that he himself was making his only way of life, and this is something that Alfred has pointed out before. It is thanks to Dick that Batman stopped being the ruthless "hero" he was becoming. Damn, he was the one who softened Alfred's heart in the first place too.
This was the Robin that Superman saw as worthy of carrying the mantle of Nightwing, whom he saw as someone who could represent hope itself.
Bruce didn't start smiling just because of the other Robins like many people now believe, no. Dick was the first to make him smile again, the one who opened the doors for the others.
Dick was always kind and tender-hearted, always joy where there was only devastation.
Even if he was the living nightmare of villains, he was still that cheerful child who wanted to avoid the pain of others. The boy who inspired other heroes, not only because of his skills, but because of his heart.

Dick is a character who, while he is now more recognized as Nightwing than as Robin (which doesn't bother me at all, because that was always his goal when he became an independent hero), he still has a history that people seem to increasingly forget about and pigeonhole his development into something... Flat.
Were there times when Dick had more anger and pain than any other feeling in him? Yes, absolutely YES. But this stage is mostly in his Discowing years, not of Robin as such (I'm not saying there weren't such moments, but there aren't as many as people describe now, and even then, he was more serious than angry), or as some animated series showed (I love these series, even if they turned Dick into a feral child who is unable to smile, lol)
Again. I LOVE Dick's portrayal as a feral child and absolute menace to society (which he was), but I also LOVE when artists, writers, and the entire fandom itself appreciates the different nuances of his personality, from his ability to laugh despite the misfortunes in his life, to his sadness that never ceased to be a part of him, until the moments where he could only feel rage and pain and felt that the world was only darkness, unable to see the colors that emerged from the light he projected by himself.

Look at him, he's so cute <3
Does anyone care about this yap? No, but I wanted to let out what I've been repeating in my head for days because people on tiktok have me fed up HAHA
#dick grayson#nightwing#dc comics#dc robin#let my boy be a complete and deep character#i love him so much <3#Honestly#it's been so many years since I read the comics so I don't remember many things but I remember dick being more than just the “angry robin”#just my thoughts about dick grayson
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Each member of the Batfam has a signature color except for Tim and I’m tweaking out about it.
In age order:
Alfred (Agent A) Pennyworth is white. (Ha ha yes literally) but also he’s clean and somehow manages to be classy even when splattered in blood. Also his hair.
Bruce (Batman) Wayne is gray. Bro is the night but he’s also not born to it. He’s as close of an imitation to darkness as someone who is still undeniably hopeful can be.
Kate (Batwoman) Kane is red. But in a lesbian way. Bordering on the magenta in the flag.
Barbara (Oracle) Gordon is orange. Yeah it’s probably because of her hair. Also it’s a brassy orange. She’s strict and intelligent but also funny. Idk man
Dick (Nightwing) Grayson is blue. Royal blue. Predictable ik, but he’s predictable. He’s a (not-so) reformed crash out and I think he deserves his peaceful blue that’s also just a little too bright to really be peaceful.
Cassandra (Black Bat) Cane? Black. Actually silent. All the training of Bruce without the white, quiet joy and domesticity of being raised by Alfred. Is the night. The opposite of Bruce, who chose to emulate the night when suited up, she is cursed to be it even out of costume because of her upbringing.
Jason (Red Hood) Todd is red. Not the bright red of his Robin days, but not too much darker. The blood he’s spilled mostly absolved by his later actions and his realization of his manipulation by Talia, but still staining his conscience.
Steph (Spoiler) Brown is purple. I mean the costume is literally purple, but she’s also just chill like that. She’s funny and pretty much does anything for the plot. She’s so purple to me.
Tim (Red Robin) Drake is ???. He’s not really red despite it being in his name. I can’t figure out what color aligns to him, especially because imo he hasn’t really had his own identity. Jokes about him being the Replacement hit hard when you realize that just like the rest of the Robins, barring Dick, he didn’t have a strong emotional connection to the suit. Tim arguably had more of one than other robins, from his stalker days and idolization of Batman and Robin, probably in third behind Jason “Robin makes me magic/literally haunted by his own younger Robin self” Todd. Then, just as he’s getting his footing being Bruce’s kid after his parents die, Bruce disappears and the mantle is passed on to Damian. So he becomes Red Robin because he still doesn’t know who he is without being Robin. And then writers mostly forget about him, sticking him with being Red Robin indefinitely and also eternally 17 because they can’t b bothered to give him any decent character development. So I don’t know what color fits him and it’s really very upsetting because he’s a very interesting complex character and should get one. Anyways
Duke (Signal) Thomas is yellow. Yeah it’s his suit color and also he can literally manipulate light, but he’s also the literal embodiment of the color. He’s arguably the most normal of any of them, and a practical ray of sunshine compared to most of the family. He’s also the only one working the day shift.
Damian (Robin) Wayne is green. No, I don’t know why. In some comics he wears more green than other robins, but in others he’s exclusively in red, gray, and black. Every time I think of him in his league wear I think of it as green, but it’s not, it’s gray or black. I don’t know why he’s green, he just is. He’s feral and loves animals which gives me forest green energy but he’s also terrifyingly trained and in control which gives me army green energy. He’s a green somewhere between the two.
Anyways they all have a color except for Tim and I’m really sad about it thank you
#batfam#alfred pennyworth#agent a#bruce wayne#batman#kate kane#batwoman#barbara gordon#oracle#dick grayson#nightwing#cassandra cain#black bat#jason todd#red hood#stephanie brown#spoiler#tim drake#red robin#duke thomas#signal dc#damian wayne#dc robin#dc comics#to be clear this is not sad wet puppy Tim drake characterization that man is a menace and it’s a disgrace the fandom doesn’t see that#but that doesn’t mean I can’t love him
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So I was thinking about the batmobile earlier and how they use it on patrol.
Wayne Manor and therefore the Batcave are pretty much on the edge of town and the bats use the batmobile/their other vehicles like bikes to get into the city.
Now when they are there, they move mostly by grapple or parcour. Which makes sense, you wouldn't really beat up a goon, get in the batmobile, drive three blocks and park it again. I assume they park it somewhere and then go on patrol.
A standard patrol is most likely circular, so they end up back at the batmobile. But what if they have to chase someone? Or something happens that draws them to the other side of the city? What if one of them gets injured and they need to be transported? The batmobile is parked somewhere, so what happens now?
I imagine the following possibilities:
1. The batmobile has self-driving capabilities. I can't really tell how good that would work in Gotham, and i don't know how that would work for the bikes.
2. There is a bat on batmobile-duty. They spend the patrol night chilling, watching tiktoks, reading a book etc. and just wait for a pickup.
3. There is a remote driving system, probably accessed by Oracle as well as the batcave. In the necessary moments Oracle grabs a controller and GTAs the Batmobile to the location.
4. There are Batmobiles hidden throughout Gotham and after such an incident happened, a few batkids need to go for a drive and pick up/drop off the various batmobiles at their spots.
I don't know which one is the most likely, and all of them have so much Batfam Chaos potential. Maybe all of them are true. Allow me to present some of these chaotic scenarios.
Red Robin, severly sleep deprived: *nearly hits a lamp post*
Batmobile: *avoids the post, speeds up* *steering wheel moves under his fingers*
RR: What?
Oracle, via comms: for the love of god just take a nap I'm taking you home
Nightwing, after a chase: great, now i need to walk like 5 kilometers to the car.
Red Hood: There is a batmobile in a garage like two streets down
NW: what?
RH: don't you have a map?
NW: a map of what?
RH: of the batmobiles
NW: what- no. No i do not. I will be having words with someone.
Batman, after patrol: There are still two bikes and a batmobile on the streets. Go pick them up.
Red Hood: alright, which one of you idiots is allowed to drive?
Nightwing: Damian put your hand down.
Gothamite: *crosses the street* *nearly gets run over by batmobile* *stares to see it driving off without a driver*
Phone: *beeps*
Text message: very sorry, still working on the self-driving. Have a coffee on me, heres a coupon code for batburger. -O
Red Hood: *peacefully reading a book, legs on the batmobile dashboard, a thermos of tea in the cupholder*
Oracle, via comms: Hood, Spoiler has been injured, i am sending you the adress for pickup.
Hood: How bad is it?
Oracle: Not life-threatening. She wanted to go on but Batman refused.
Hood: so she can wait a bit more.
Oracle: what?
Hood: They are about to have the big love confession and i am not waiting on that because B is overprotective.
Oracle: I just googled your book. Pick up Spoiler now or I will make you listen to Spoilers for the entire series.
Hood, starting the car: Jesus O no need for warcrimes
(I am fairly new in this fandom, if there is something in canon that i missed/got wrong please correct me)
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Harley: Why are Cattie and Battie acting like… how do I word this without grossing you out?
Nightwing: Like horny young adults?
Harley: Yes…
Harley pointed to Batman and Catwoman, who were acting like they were in their younger dating days. Catwoman playfully circled her fingers around Batman's lips, making him laugh before leaning in for a kiss.
Harley: Yes! What is that?
Nightwing: My nightmares. For a legitimate answer, Batman made this medicine he needed when he felt his bones making too many strange popping sounds. He wanted to feel better, and it worked… except whatever he put in it makes him act like I imagine he did when he first became Batman in a lot of ways.
Nightwing whimpered, covering his face like a child who just walked in on his parents in the middle of sex. Harley patted him on the shoulder.
Nightwing: I’m not upset about the romance part; I just don’t want to see it.
Harley: Oh, I can relate, but Cattie doesn’t seem to be complaining.
Nightwing (still hiding his face): About that… Remember when she fell off that building and landed on an awning? I’m not sure when, but he gave her some of his currently tested-only-on-him medicine, and then he dosed himself again. I want stoic Papa back.
Harley: Oh… oh… Ooooh! You poor thing. I assume you were lucky enough to miss this as a child?
Nightwing (whimpering): Mostly… Have they at least stopped yet?
Harley: I’d look the other way if I were you.
Meanwhile, the couple continued to embrace, kissing passionately as Batman dipped Catwoman. Red Robin’s masked eyes glanced at the exchange for a moment before he turned away, walking past Harley and Nightwing.
Red Robin: Don’t mind me; I’m going to find a mugger and see if he can beat me into memory loss!
Nightwing: Good luck, bro. He won’t be able to clear his mind. Once you see it, it stays with you.
Harley: You've walked in on Batman—
Nightwing: Five times, yes. Not always with Selina. One time was with Talia… The horrors. It was like a wolf versus a giant black widow spider. Harley, I’ve seen surreal horror from working with the Titans, and this makes me want to stare into the sun.
Harley (taking Nightwing for a walk away from his father): That's a normal reaction. That’s your dad and future step-mom; of course, you’re going to want to avoid seeing that. It could be worse.
Just then, Batman and Catwoman dashed past them, heading to the Batmobile and driving back to the manor. Nightwing quickly received a ping on his phone.
Nightwing: “Going home to train. You got this.” And... he sent a thumbs up with it. Awesome, thanks, Dad! A few more days left. Just a few more days…
Harley: How long has their libido been on high?
Nightwing: A week now.
Harley nodded, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
Harley: Talk and fight bad guys with me for the rest of the night.
Nightwing: Punching villains and thieves will actually help distract my mind. You know, when he took that drug called Venom, that was easier to handle. I’d take insane over ready to bang any day.
Harley: I walked in on my parents during a three-way with our neighbor. I can help you get through this; I gotcha, kid.
Nightwing: Thank you. I'm going to need all the support and journaling for… this time period.
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#pt 3#this reminds me of a king of the hill episodes i saw and i wanted to write this#going to post this to ao3 soon but have to figure out a plot to work into it#most of us have been through something like this with our parents#batfamily adventures#batfamily comedy#batfamily#batfamily headcanons#batfamily fanfiction#script fic#mini fics#batfamily funny#dc fanfiction#fan writing#ficlet#batfamily mini fics#batfamily shenanigans#flash fiction#batman#wayne family adventures#dc stands for disregard canon#no beta we die like jason todd#writer on ao3#dick grayson#bruce wayne#bruce x selina#selina kyle#bruce and selina#poor nightwing#poor red robin
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Here is yet another idea that occurred to me on my walk from work. As always, look not for canon for I do not know her.
Let us begin
Little Tim Drake, age 11 is just living his life, going out at night to take pictures of Batman and Robin. Living in a mostly empty manor (though Mrs.Mac does come every weekday to provide dinner, plus meals that can be heated up for the weekend) . Then some things begin to happen (some multiple times, all over the course of months):
Jason Todd, in civilian attire, begins to cross paths with Tim every other day, each time striking up a conversation and seeming happy to see Tim.
Bruce Wayne, at a gala, corners Tim’s parents and apparently raves so enthusiastically about Photography as a hobby, and Tim’s talent in photography in particular (seemingly gleaned from the few contests he had submitted his non superhero photos too) that Tim’s parents decide to put money and time (the more valuable of the two to Tim) into getting Tim an actual showing of his photographs. They even rearrange their dig schedule to be there for the show.
Nightwing starts patrolling Gotham more and keeps tracking Tim down during his patrols to give Tim a hug. Nightwing is not even upset about the picture taking.
Barbara Gordon, both in costume and not, crossed paths with Tim, apparently at random. Each time she had a book that she thought Tim would be interested in.
A blonde girl by the name of Steph and a little boy by the name of Duke seem to be taking turns finding Tim. Steph always chatters at him for a while before leaving. Duke tries to convince Tim to come home with Duke.
Alfred Pennyworth stops by several times, always with a perfectly reasonable excuse and always with some kind of food.
Then it gets even weirder:
A black haired girl follows him home, her name turns out to be Cass, kisses him on the forehead, calls him little brother, and never really leaves.
A six year old baby assassin (Damian) shows up at Tim’s doorstep one day with what is possibly his mother and declares that Tim is his brother and they need to start training immediately. (For her part Talia Al Ghul is a bit confused as to how Damian managed to talk her into coming here, but also decides within 20 minutes of meeting Tim that Tim must indeed be Damian’s half brother. Then she just wonders why he is living next door to her beloved and not at Wayne manor. Talia also quickly grows to love clever, sneaky Tim and is resolved to keep his existence from her father).
NOTE-Incidentally the Drakes come home and both become immediately smitten with Talia. The Drakes have an open relationship and Talia is exactly both of their types. Janet likes interesting people and Jack likes people who are deceptively strong and/or strong willed (Both had sex with Bruce at different points in time but Tim is not Bruce’s biological child. The timeline simply does not match up).
Unbeknownst to little Tim Drake all of these people, barring his parents and Talia, have memories of a future. In this future Tim, as Red Robin, died saving the world and the lives of the Batfam. After his death they each realized that he thought they did not see Tim as family (which was not true). When a freak accident shot their memories back in time, each decided that they wanted their brother/son/grandson back.
For a hilarious twist, none of the time travellers realize that anyone else came back (Though eventually Cass and Damian run into each other and realize that they both, at least, have come back).
So we have eight former/current/future Wayne’s circling this one confused 11 year old, each trying to figure out a reason to draw Tim back into the family without: 1.) letting on that they know more than they should to anyone (like the fact that they are all aware Tim knows who Batman and co are); 2.) Get Tim involved in vigilantism of any kind (as that got him killed) or barring that making sure that Tim is protected at all times; and 3.) Not making it obvious their enemies (as either Waynes or Bats) that they all have would do anything to keep Tim safe and happy.
Sort of a reverse of the common ‘One person comes back and fixes everything and keeps it a secret’. Instead we have eight people who came back and separately to try and fix this one specific thing (getting their baby bird back).
Shenanigans ensue
#jason todd#bruce wayne#tim drake#dick grayson#fanfiction prompt#batman#batfam#alfred pennyworth#damian wayne#time travel#Tim Drake Dies#tim drake is not robin#humor#Everyone loves Tim Drake
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So I’ve had some Thoughts about From the DC Vault: Death in the Family: Robin Lives!
Warning: Spoilers
My mistake with From the DC Vault: Death in the Family: Robin Lives! was thinking that the story would actually be about Robin. That was on me. I should have known better, but I let my excitement of finally getting more Jason Todd, Robin content get away from me. I set up poor expectations, and it’s not the comic’s fault for not meeting those expectations.
Everything else is, though.
I know I’m biased, and I am probably writing this too soon after having finished Robin Lives to really give myself time to think critically about the story. But, I also feel rather offended by the end and feel the need to strike while the iron is hot. Recently, I talked about fans and writers needing to have respect for each other, as they can’t exist without each other. I also mentioned having a respect for the history of the comic. On that, I don’t get the feeling that J. M. DeMatteis has much respect for the history that was Jason’s Robin run. Granted, this isn’t mainline canon. It is more of a ‘What if?’ So DeMatteis wasn’t “entrusted” the same way but, there was still a line of basic respect that feels very lacking. Now, DeMatteis has been writing since the 80s and has written a lot for both DC and Marvel so he is a part of comic history, but this doesn’t really translate into respect for characters. Or for fans.
Both Jason and Dick’s character have a rough time in this 4 issue series. While the series called “Robin Lives” mostly focuses on Bruce and his regret, by doing that it makes Jason and Dick more like props for Bruce’s guilt than actually characters with their own agency. Bruce outright denies Dick’s choice in becoming a Robin and even later Nightwing. In this guilt, Bruce totally takes away the fact that even as a child, Dick did choose this, and he chose it again when he became Nightwing. So Bruce’s guilt serves no one here. And this problem gets worst with the Robin Lives ending. Dick becoming Batman, is an incredibly weak ending to start. Because most of Dick’s history is him growing out of Robin and then trying to break out of Bruce’s shadow. Yes, Battle for the Cowl happens, but it’s more complex than Dick just becoming Batman. And it’s easy to see how pointless all of Bruce’s guilt was when he decided to leave his role as Batman, only for Dick to take it up again. It really feels like Dick is only a prop for Bruce’s journey. Dick is here for Bruce to feel guilty about, but then to also relieve him of the duty that also makes him feel guilty.
And it is so much worse with Jason. This does sort of come back to me setting up poor expectations and the fact I thought this would be about Jason’s recover, but it was glossed over. We simply jump to Jason now being okay, which is a choice, if on the unbelievable side. What is worse, though, is how Bruce and the comic, makes Jason’s trauma about Bruce. Because yes, to an extent Bruce holds fault for the events leading up to Death in the Family. But he mainly holds fault in the form of negligence. He didn’t properly check out Sheila Haywood's background before for deciding she was a safe person to leave his son with. I am boiling down the issue of character interaction between Bruce and Jason (and outside influence that puts Jason’s last issues into context), but my point still stands that Bruce and Jason still made choices. For Jason’s part, he chose to trust Shelia to try, and save her. And in reality, Joker and Shelia hold the blame for Jason’s trauma. The fact Shelia was only briefly seen in a hallucination and “saving” Jason, again feels like DeMatteis has a lacking appreciation for the history of Jason’s Robin, and it’s context. Yes, Shelia saving Jason would be something Jason would want, but the event after this takes away everything that would make Jason still want Shelia’s affection in some way. With the ending and Jason becoming the Joker to Dick’s Batman, shows this. It ultimately feels like both Dick and Jason were used as stage props to re-establish some kind of status quo for a series that was only planned for only four issue. The run very well could have ended with the Joker’s death and everyone going to live happy lives but for some reason no.
Now, one could see that as DeMatteis having a respect for Batman’s history as a whole and a path for a continuation. I would argue, though, that it shouldn’t come at the cost of other character’s agency. The leap in Jason’s “madness” is awkward, and when I say leap I mean a massive leap. This goes back to my problem with the story not focusing on Jason. We spend so much time in Bruce’s grief that when it is about Jason, everything goes sideways and ends up with being a “What the hell did that happen?” Especially since in the context of the story, Jason should have gotten a lot more support from Bruce, now retired, from Dick, now living back in Gotham, and from Dr. Sarawarti Dev, a psychologist. Having Jason still become the Joker after all this, not only feels like all of those people continued to fail him (especially as Bruce and Dr. Sara get married, which was a strange addition), but that he never really had any choice. The story didn’t take the time to show us this, to show us how or where Jason became the Joker. He even denied becoming like the Joke in early issue 4. A point might be made that killing the Joker made Jason the new Joker, but a counterpoint Why? Jason already had the choice and decided? Why did he go back on that? Jason was Robin, Robin has the role of bringing hope, and being more compassionate, countering the fear Batman brings. We see Jason’s compassion before he died (or was injured in this case), when he still tried to save Shelia after she betrayed him. We see it in this comic with him still wanting her affection in his hallucination. So where did that compassion and care go?
The answer? It didn’t go anywhere. It was forgotten for the sake of a convoluted twist to make a reader gasp. Robin Lives spends its whole four issue run taking away the choice and agency of Robin. Robin does not live here. He becomes a puppet of the plot not to move outside of its designated story, he only can become Batman or the Joker. But never his own being. For anyone who’s ever enjoyed Robin, be it Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne or any other Robin, past or future, Robin Lives is an insult.
#dc comics#From the DC Vault: Death in the Family: Robin Lives!#robin lives#J. M. DeMatteis#jason todd#Again is put through the wringer for other character's benefit#dick grayson#bruce wayne#I'm gonna go take a nap now man#Fun fact: I was pretty much done with something else but then this happened and i swaped gears
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Pairing: No actual Romance just some mentioned, JayRoy | TimKon | BirdFlash Characters: Batfam | Justice League Word count: 3.808 A/N: Last Chapter ! Now all that is left is to crosspost the two drawings I made for this fic. There is a second part to this story. I've posted up to Chapter 5 of it on AO3, but I'll wait to cross post it to tumblr because I am struggling HARD with chapter 6 rn ^^; AO3 Masterlist for W.A.L.D.
The Justice League dealt with overzealous, extraterrestrial enemies on an almost weekly basis. From gigantic hordes of small, slimy critters to towering behemoths. They’ve fought it all and by now they have a sort of routine to the battles.
But this fight was much different from their usual procedures. Instead of one broody bat there were nine. Tough one of those nine was still an enigma to the league as they had yet to meet face to face. So far they had only heard her voice.
The other eight had fallen into a terrifying routine. They moved from enemy to enemy with cold, quick efficiency while quipping and smiling. Batman was the only one of them that fought side by side with the league members like he usually did, the rest of the Batclan kept mostly to themselves and the other young heroes that had come to help. They did swoop in and save a league member every time it was needed though, courtesy of the ninth Bat, Oracle, who seemed to see everything happening on the battlefield. Her moniker truly fit her perfectly.
Billy settled down on a roof to take a breather and to see if they had gotten any closer to winning. He really hoped it was over soon, he liked Fawcett much better without swarms of aggressive aliens.
He was really thankful for all the heroes that had gathered to help keep his city save. He was admittedly especially excited that a bunch of young heroes had joined too. He sometimes really hated that his powers made him look so much older, he really wanted to get closer with the hero community that was closer to his actual age. He liked the other league members but they too often talked about stuff he just couldn’t relate to. Sometimes it was exhausting to fake that you paid taxes and did other adult stuff.
Billy observed the Battlefield and his gaze fell to the different members of the Batfam. Nightwing was fighting aliens alongside Red Robin, easily trusting his back to his brother. The man bend in ways Billy was sure shouldn’t be possible but Red Robin seemed to anticipate every move. Used to his seemingly boneless brother. The two switched their weapons between each other easily. Moving almost as one, they took out another handful of enemies and with a wide smile on Nightwing’s face and a calculating grin on Red Robin’s, they moved to another part of the battlefield. Leaving behind mountains of bodies. Billy was really glad that they’re on the good side.
He turned his head and spotted Red Hood, locked in a fist fight against one of the bigger aliens. Hood was cursing like a sailor and hitting the alien hard in places that really hurt, at least to a human. Billy winced when Hood landed another hard kick to the lower half of the bipedal alien. Said alien let out an enraged roar but promptly slumped down to the ground, Billy spotted a red arrow lodged in the back of the extraterrestrial being‘s head. The red helmeted vigilante gave Arsenal, or the building Arsenal was sniping from, a thankful salute, he then pulled his guns out of his holsters and planted a few bullets perfectly between the aliens four eyes and or their knee caps. He switched between four guns with trained ease despite being limited to two hands and reloaded with such speed that Billy almost missed it. His reserve of bullets seemed endless.
Black Bat was basically a deadly shadow, Billy had only seen her for a second at the start of the fight, since then he could only guess where she was based on the aliens that just seemed to randomly keel over dead. Billy felt a shudder run down his spine as he saw the terror on an aliens face as his comrades dropped like flies around him. Again Billy was really glad he was on the same side as the Bats.
Another blue-kangaroo-looking alien dropped dead next to Red Hood. Said vigilante wordlessly pulled a knife from somewhere beneath his leather jacket and threw it in the air. The knife promptly disappeared in the air as a shadow, Black Bat, caught it. At the same time a broken blade dropped on the floor next to Hood’s boot. Billy simply watched in awe as the path of dead aliens kept going after the weapon exchange. Hood also just kept going, downing a few aliens with targeted punches and ending them with a bullet each if his fists weren’t enough.
Signal was hard to watch, as he used his powers, he apparently had, to blind the enemies. He then easily took them out as if taking a walk in a park. Well, a park in Gotham, Billy didn’t think that any other place would have parks that were comparable to a battlefield. Signal‘s bright light lured a lot of Aliens in his direction, which would’ve definitely been a cause for concern, at least for a non-bat. Signal simply kept moving unbothered by the masses moving towards him, because barely any actually made it close enough to be dangerous to him. Before they could step into his range most were skillfully taken care of, either by decapitation via the, in Billy‘s personal opinion, scariest Bat, Robin or by a simple punch via the Batlings kryptonian counterpart, Jon.
Billy admittedly watched Robin and Jon the longest as they were closets to his age. He really wished to be friends with them. As terrifying as Robin was, Billy thought he was equally as amazing. And Jon seemed like he would be a lot of fun to hang around. His warm and inviting smile had given Billy the courage to try and befriend them. He had gone to Gotham as he knew he would have to start with Robin to have a chance to be accepted into their group but before he had the chance to transform back into his actual body he had run. Robin hadn’t even let him get a word in and the cold Batglare from the just a few years older vigilante had killed all of Billy’s gathered courage. But as Billy watched Robin and Superboy work together he found himself filled with determination to try again.
Mind made up to try to find hero friends his actual age again Billy’s thoughts got interrupted by a battle cry. His eyes snapped onto the source and he spotted Spoiler. She had teamed up with beast boy who had turned into a mighty steed. The purple vigilante was loudly cheering and whooping as she rode on the large, green horse's back into battle. Together beast boy and spoiler mowed down enemy after enemy. Any foe that survived their stampede was finished of by Kon, Wally or Bart who were loudly cheering them on. The cavalry moved over the battlefield quickly and deadly as Spoiler easily switched between the weapons she kept on her person and literally anything else she could get her hands on. Even alien body parts were used and Billy found himself cheering them on from his perch on the roof.
By the time that Billy managed to pull himself from watching the young heroes fight, he notice that the numbers of the enemy had dwindle to barely two dozens. They were trying to retreat, but they were unsuccessful, as the Bats made quick work of them. The biggest problem now was the giant portal still open in the center of Fawcett City. Definitely not something Billy wanted to keep around. It didn’t mash well with the city’s looks. The bright, glowing greens and purples clashed harshly with the city’s aesthetic. Billy also wasn’t a fan of a potential second attempt for world domination via an army of blue-Kangaroos.
He knew he could easily close it but Billy also knew that it would cost him the last of his energy and would reverse his transformation. Everyone would find out that he was actually little, homeless, ten year old Billy Batson. The thought terrified him and made him hesitate.
But the decision was taken from Billy by the last alien, it seemed to tried to call for reinforcements from the other side of the portal. Before Billy even fully realized what was happening his body was already moving. He used the last of his power to quickly close the gate as Green Arrow shot the offending extraterrestrial being.
With the strike of a lightning bolt and a loud crack of thunder Billy, in all his now again ten years old glory, found himself in a small crater on the street.
Of course, to his luck, right in front of the Caped Crusader himself. And of course, worlds-best-detective that he was, he immediately connected the dots,
“Captain Marvel.” A simple statement, really but it froze Billy in place, “Is this your true form ?”
‘Right to the point, huh ?’, Billy thought but he also knew that the Dark Knight, slowly joined by all the other heroes, was expecting an answer.
“Y- yeah. I- I can ex- expla-“, Billy started but was interrupted by the wave of Batman’s hand. The man had more questions and it was clear he wanted them answered.
''Your name.'' Batman wasn't quite glaring at Billy but the boy could feel the Bat's stare drill a hole into his soul. Yet the voice Batman used wasn't quite as scary as his usual Batman-voice. He didn't seem angry, which Billy had feared, he seemed more, curious ? Billy doubted that was the right word.
''B- Billy, Billy Bat- Batson,'' Billy stammered out. His eyes snapped onto the rest of the Batclan, that had gathered behind Batman, as they collectively sucked a harsh breath in.
''B, No !'', Nightwing chided.
''He probably has parents, B !'', Red Hood joined in.
''I- I don't...'', Billy muttered hesitantly but he bit his tongue as the Batkids all displayed various reactions at his words.
Red Robin had his head in his hands, Robin tsk-ed and shook his head as he crossed his arms defiantly, Signal looked a little excited actually, Black Bat whispered something that sounded a bit too much like 'little brother', Spoiler threw up her hands and walked away exasperated, Red Hood was crouched down with his head directed at the sky quietly whispering a string of curses under his breath and Nightwing looked, well just resigned.
''Batson...'', The big Bat muttered, ''I mean...'' He angled his head to look at his colony of children and seemed to try to reason with them, about what, Billy did not know. In fact Billy was highly confused, he couldn’t think of what made half the Batclan look agitated and the other excited. He watched as Batman slowly reached for one of his utility belt pockets.
''Father, please tell me you are not reaching for what I think you're reaching for.'', Robin hissed, clearly already knowing the answer to his query as it came out as more of a warning then a question.
Batman suddenly moved very quickly and before Billy knew it a stack of papers was thrust into his hands, an annoyed groan escaping Red Robin and a tsk coming from Robin. Billy had to blink a few times before the words on the front page registered in his head. In bold letters it read:
ADOPTION PAPERS.
Billy sucked a breath in too fast and started coughing. Concerned eyes landed on him until he regained his ability to breath. Billy looked at the people gathered around him. The league members looked as confused as Billy, except for Martian Manhunter, his face carefully blank and Superman, who looked like he was trying not to laugh. The Titans present, old and new, were in a similar state to Superman, all trying their best to hold in a laugh. Though Billy also received an encouraging nod from both Superboys.
Billy opened his mouth to say something but before any words could leave him Red Hood cut in, ''I'm calling Agent-A, the kid is considering it. For fucks sake old man.'' Hood took of his helmet and pulled out a beaten up flip phone and very pointedly stared at Batman as he hit a speed dial button and spoke,
''Hey A, sorry to bother you while you're cookin’. B’s done it again.'', Hood drawled, he let out a deep sigh before he answered the person on the other end of the line, ''Yeah no, Black hair, blue eyes, orphan, maybe 9? or 10 ? Probably Homeless... His last name is Batson, there is no way we could've stopped him A.'' He then just grunted a confirmation before he harshly clapped the phone shut and put it into one of his many pockets. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again. He must've spotted Billy's perturbed face as he gave him a surprisingly reassuring smile. He then turned towards Nightwing and with just a look relayed something to the older vigilante.
Understanding his brother’s wordless message easily, Nightwing turned to Kon and told him to go and pick up 'Agent-A', whoever that might be. Somebody with Zeta access apparently, as that’s were Nightwing told the Kryptonian to pick Agent-A up.
The questions in Billy's head only doubled as Kon returned just minutes later with a polished, well dressed, older man. A butler, Billy realized. Fully dressed in a butler uniform and with as simple black domino mask pasted over his eyes. The man carefully dusted of his clothes after the Kryptonian set him down before striding over to Batman. It was clear pretty fast why the man was called to Billy, as the Batkids all considerably relaxed but Batman tensed.
''My dear boy, what did I say about adopting every child you find ?'', The man lightly scolded the Dark Knight, his hands on his hips. Again, excluding Superman and Manhunter the JL members all tensed at the man’s words but the Titans looked just about ready to break out in loud laughter.
“Not to.” The bat grumbled, “But-“, Batman started while gesturing vaguely towards Billy but he was interrupted by the wave of Agent-A’s hand, just like the Bat had done to Billy just minutes before.
Billy was trying hard to keep a giggle down at the down trodden posture of the Bat but he almost choked on his fit of giggles as the butler addressed him with his smooth British accent, “Now, child I will not stop you from accepting Batman’s offer but know that you can refuse it.” The man bend down and pulled out a linen cloth, with it he gently wiped some grime off of Billy's face, only hesitating for a second to let Billy pull away if he didn't want to.
But Billy didn’t pull away and actually enjoyed the gentle touch and the feel of the soft linen. He felt himself relax as the butler continued speaking, “You may think about the offer as long as you'd like, but I do invite you to at least come to our home for a meal and a shower dear boy.'' Agent-A gave Billy a soft and warm smile that almost made the boy forget where he was. Almost, as Hal suddenly blurted out a question, unable to hold his tongue any longer as was typical for the man,
‘’I’m sorry but who the hell is this and what the fuck is happening right now ?! Someone please explain ?! I can’t be the only one that’s completely lost, right ?!'', the lantern exclaimed, desperately looking at the gathered crowd, begging for answers.
All eyes snapped onto the green hero, some of the JL members muttered that they also very much would like an explanation as Red Hood called out a ''Language Glowstick, there are children present.'', while slapping his hands over Robin’s ears, who ducked away while tsking offendedly. Then there was silence as Batman signed something with his hands and the Bats promptly turned towards each other and discussed something between themselves, evident by the quiet chirping the league now knew was actually the Batclan’s secret language.
After a moment and a seemingly quite heated discussion Batman was pushed forward by both Red Robin and Nightwing. He cleared his throat and then spoke in his usual, I-eat-gravel-for-fun, voice, ''Justice League, meet Agent-A. The man that raised me.'' Billy's jaw dropped at that and so did Hal's, Barry's and Green Arrow's. Wonder Woman looked exited at the prospect of meeting the person that raised the Bat, same as Dinah.
''Agent-A is the reason we haven't died yet with our level of self preservation.'' Nightwing declared with much affection and a fond and cheerful smile.
''The best of us all.'' Red Hood added, his tone surprisingly warm and loving.
''Oh you commend me too much my dear children,'' Agent-A said with a fond look in his eyes and small but very warm smile on his lips.
''Well that's great and it's very good to meet you sir,'' Hal said with a charming smile towards the Butler, that was apparently Batman's dad or at least something close to that (Billy's mind was still blown), ''But can we get one thing straight please ? Spooky you gotta have mercy on us non detectives.''
''Hnn.'' The Bat just grunted and gestured for Hal to continue.
The lantern stepped forward and next to Billy so he could have a better view of the Batfamily and everyone else that was present. ''First of, can we all acknowledge for a moment that our teammate that we all thought was an adult is actually a fu- freaking child ?!'' Hal exclaimed while pointing at Billy and looking at all the people present.
Billy felt his face heat up as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He turned his eyes to the floor.
''Well yeah but that is hardly the weirdest thing to happen in our line of work.'' Arsenal chimed in, the red archer opened his arms and looked around asking for confirmation which he mostly got from the other young heroes present.
''Batson, has always struck me as the most agreeable of the Justice League besides Father. It makes much more sense now why he did.'', Robin stated and even if Billy doubted that that was true, his chest warmed at the other boys words. He met the boy's eyes and gave him an embarrassed but thankful smile, a hint of a smile hushed over Robin’s face before his usual scowl quickly returned.
Hal looked a bit offended but the green hero persevered, ''Okay, fine. Just for the record though I wanna say that a lot of things make much more sense now.'' Hal turned to address Billy, ''I gotta be honest with you, you're not a good liar, taxes are not a weekly thing you know ?'' The lantern smiled at Billy apologetically,
''But like, am I understanding this right ?'' Hal leaned down and tried to take the adoption papers from Billy, who hadn't realized that he was still holding them, though the lantern was unsuccessful as Billy kinda didn't want to let them go. Hal looked a bit sheepish before giving up and deciding to simply point at the stack of papers instead, ''Spooky is trying to adopt said teammate right know. Just like that ?''
''Well that's how he took most of us in, minus the demon brat, so yeah.'' Signal shrugged nonchalantly, he then seemed to think about something before he quickly added, ''And Oracle, he's kinda unofficially co-parenting with her dad which is a special can of worms and spoiler hasn't signed any papers'' He just shrugged as if he didn't just open up more questions than he answered.
''I- I'll just not ask,'' Hal sighed, ''so Spooky just collects kids ? God that sounds so wrong and weird.''
''It's a bad habit of his,'' Red Hood chided in the direction of his father.
''Calling it a bad habit is really an understatement,'' Robin muttered, ''And you cannot chide father, when you've basically taken to adopting all of Crime Alley's kids Hood.''
''Pshhh, haven't actually adopted any,'' The yet went unsaid, ''You do it too Demon brat, just with animals.'' Hood grinned triumphantly as Robin sputtered for a moment before he just did his signature tsk, Billy quietly noted that he didn't refute Hood's words.
''Now, now the man has more questions,'' Nightwing interrupted the banter, an amused smile on his lips.
Hal was silent for a moment before he sighed and carded his hand through his hair in a manner of exasperation. He opened his mouth a few times to ask a question but words seemed to avoid him as in the end he just shook his head and said, “I don’t know what to say, there’s too many questions in my brain and I’m pretty sure you, family of paranoia masters, won’t answer most, if any, of them anyway.”
Batman just grunted his usual “hnn” as confirmation. Billy was sure if Batman could he’d only speak in grunts.
Agent-A seemed to regard Billy for a moment before the man spoke, “We can discuss the offer of adoption over some food. I do insist though that even if you refuse, you’ll at least let us support you in any way possible child. Let me extend that offer to any of your close friend or family if you have any.”, the butler gave Billy a knowing look and the boy had to remind himself that this man had raised the Batman, worlds greatest detective, part of a family in which ‘Like father, like son’ was truer than anywhere else. Of course the man would know or realize that Billy had family even if he didn’t have parents anymore.
Billy had to swallow hard at that revelation as Red Hood walked over to him and offered him a hand to help him stand up. Billy hadn’t even realized that he was still sitting in the crater the lightning bolt created. He hesitantly took the man’s hand and was pulled to his feet with a strong tuck. And as Hood decided to simply pick up Billy, after the boy's legs gave out because of the exhaustion of using all his energy for the day and the shock of Batman offering to adopt him, Billy simply let him.
All Billy could think, as he was carried towards the closest Zeta, was ‘Man, Mary and Freddy will not believe me when I tell them about today.”
And they truly didn't until Billy showed them the adoption papers that he had kept. He did so because he didn't want to seem rude, at least that's the reason he told himself and anyone who asked. Yeah, that's definitely why he kept them. He was absolutely not considering anything.
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I ACCIDENTLY DELETED AN ASK IM SO SORRY-
But it was something like "Do you have OCs outside the cafe crew"?
And yes of course! I even have one that's Bat au (of course I've never posted about her because she's 100% self insert Y/N coded so purely for my cringe self indulgence)
Short background Summary-
Odette Wayne (Blood daughter, a few years older than Dick)
Bruce discovered she existed after publicly taking in Dick (her mom realized he might not be a complete playboy, and they split custody)
She finds out about Batman and Robin- demands to help, and becomes Sparrow
Without extreme conditioning/training- she focuses more on helping Victims/"aftercare" of an attack
Sparrow steps back after Odette graduates HS- goes to College, and later gets into Med school
When Dick gets fired and then becomes Nightwing- Odette becomes the in between (and Bruce whole place in the situation started a lil crack in their already somewhat strained relationship)
Odette had all but quit the mask, until Jason became Robin #2 (which- more issues w/ Bruce) And she was determined for the kid to not have BRUCE as the "responsible adult" in his life
Makes a promise to Jason involving "Blood of the coven is thicker than the water of the womb" that she would fight Bruce, if it meant protecting him
Odette gets in a big fight with Bruce- joins Dick to space mission to cool off
Ethiopia.
When Tim comes on scene, she's just as pissed as Dick- but has the same promise of not wanting the kid to deal with Bruce alone
(JJ happens at some point, idk when- but of course Joker returns)
At this point shes fully taken over Leslies clinic so the poor woman can retire- shes the first to hear whispers of a new face in the alley.
Red Hood leaves the clinic alone. But threatening Tim? Odette wont lose another Robin.
Shenanigans- and she discovers who he is?
Long story short- Odette becomes the one to finally "get rid" of the Joker- but unlike Jasons whole philosphy of kill to claim a role that would otherwise go to another?
She fully believes killing is wrong- but she ALSO believes that commiting the worst sin is worth it to keep her family safe. As a result leading a peak to Bruce and hers fucked relationsip.
Best part? As a doctor, and someone who "learned from the best" Bruce cant prove she did it.
He knows. She KNOWS he knows. But only Jason had it confirmed
(of course more lore w/ the other Batfam- and their relationshops- I just fixated on her for various scene scenerios- mostly involving Bruce getting told to stfu and Joker being discarded meat chunks in space )
#basically its narrative fuckery#and more moral#shit#also someone to just tell bruce#“It isnt about you”#which he NEEDS#sunny asks#sunny rambles#my oc#Odette Wayne#Sparrow dc#batfamily#batfam#batman oc#bruce wayne#ty for the ask!!#whoever you were *sob*
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As someone who's a Bat-Watcher and intrigued by Golden Age super heroes, I have two questions.
Years ago when Batman had the Robin who wore shorts with no leg coverings, there was briefly a girl who dressed very similarly to him and I've always been intrigued by her. Was she Robin? Or was she Red/Green Batgirl in a prototype costume? Asking for your thoughts I found a grainy picture of her from the Gotham Gazette and it sparked my curiosity so I did some digging.
I love the Phantom Lady and have always kept up with the various iterations of her (was very sad when one of them got killed by Deathstroke, another reason to hate that guy). I myself think they're a family lineage because they look so similar. But anyway, my question is what happened to the recent one who was operating in Metropolis with a new Doll Man? I got so excited when she debuted and then she vanished so quickly and a new one hasn't popped up since. I hope we get a new one someday.
For those of you who don't know, because its a very niche and fascinating subculture. A "Bat-Watcher" is a resident of Gotham and the surrounding neighborhoods who makes a hobby out of personally capturing and documenting appearances of the Bat Family outside of major news items. Photographing Nightwing on the rooftop across the street or seeing Batwoman investigating a back alley. I would like to personally thank these people on bended knee for the sheer fact that we would know about 60% less of what we do about the Bats at any given time without them. Seriously, Bat-Watchers are 90% of the reason we know for a fact there's been more than one Robin. Anyway!

(The "File Photo" of this original Bat Girl, when she is rarely trotted out on television this is the photo that gets used)
This young lady is, indeed, the first woman to call herself Bat-Girl (yes, it was hyphenated. Yes it was ONLY her name they did this with. No I don't know why). Honestly there's very little I can tell you about the woman personally. Her identity, her origin and the like are all private as expected. She was a partner to the equally mysterious original Batwoman who operated in a red and gold ensemble for a short period near the beginning of Batman's career. The vanishing of this original Batwoman is a long sought after mystery in my profession but it does give us the direct link to when this Bat-Girl eventually reappeared after a few years of absence because she would take on her original mentor's red and gold colors when she made herself known in Los Angeles as Flamebird one of that city's protectors and one of the founders of the original Titans West which would then be subsumed into the Titans proper when that team itself moved to the west coast. Since then she's been active enough, gaining a following in the neighborhoods she patrols while also making on again, off again appearances in her native Gotham alongside the new, darker Batwoman. Whether this suggests that this new Batwoman and the old Batwoman are one and the same, suggests some other relationship between the two or is simply an act of broad coincidence is a VERY open topic of debate.
On to question 2 (Which, in future, I encourage you to submit as a separate ask for the sake of readability and my work flow but since you're a new follower, thank you btw, and you also sent me a followup question, I'll allow it)

(A portrait photo of the new Phantom Lady and Doll Man released by the Freedom Fighters Foundation when the two officially joined)
This newest Phantom Lady and Doll Man are both vigilantes out of Metropolis who made themselves known by going up against the modestly sized but deeply ruthless Bender crime family and going toe to toe with freelance necromancer and Freedom Fighters foe Funerella.
Like with Batgirl above nothing personal is known about her because her actual identity is a secret but I CAN say that she has been officially inducted into the Freedom Fighters which at this moment in time is mostly a legacy organization that connects, communicates with and supports those carrying on the legacies of the team's WWII era members. Which says at least that this new Phantom Lady has gotten on the good side of her namesake's original team and probably that original namesake herself since Ms. Sandra Knight IS still alive though not very publically active.
As for your theory of them being part of some kind of superheroic dynasty, well, you're kinda already half right. Sandra Knight is cousins with Ted Knight, the original Starman making her once removed cousin of Jack Knight. She was also 'married' on paper to the original Atom, Al Pratt though this was mostly a smokescreen to provide a workable lifestyle to her son Walter when his birth father left Sandra to have the child out of wedlock. Knight has a granddaughter, LA prosecutor Kate Spencer and a great grandson named Ramsey. Those of you of a more political bent may remember that Sandra Knight's father was famous and beloved New Deal senator Henry Knight of the MUCH larger Knight east coast political-industrial dynasty going all the way back to the Mid Atlantic's earliest days. I have made a much more in depth post about Sandra Knight in specific.
Whether or not this NEW Phantom Lady is a member of the Knight family directly, I truly cannot say but she does share their raven dark hair that's been a trademark of the family since at least the 1840s so anything is possible
#dc#dcu#dc comics#dc universe#superhero#comics#tw unreality#unreality#unreality blog#ask game#ask blog#asks open#please interact#worldbuilding#bette kane#flamebird#batgirl#phantom lady
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short 3: operation mousetrap
table of contents ao3
Nightwing’s eyes glazed over the case file he had already memorized as they made their way to the scene of their mission. Superboy fidgeted in the seat next to him, untempered. It had taken Nightwing and Robin (mostly Nightwing), and M’gaan almost the whole pre-mission briefing to convince Superboy to not just fly there, and actually take the bio-ship with them. He could empathize though. When Young Justice had first formed unofficially on their unsanctioned mission to CADMUS to, eventually, break Superboy out of his cloning pod the Justice League along with the bandit of misfits the Young Justice team was at the time had done everything they could and expended every resource to track and shut down anymore similar projects. Unfortunately and fortunately, Konner had been the only one to be stable enough to survive outside of the cloning pod, and since CADMUS had been permanently shut down there would be no more cloning projects (from them at least).
Or so they thought.
A mission that the Teen Titans were on almost a month ago had given them a tip off that there were still more CADMUS research operations happening. According to the files and research they had gathered, which, granted, wasn't as much as they would've liked, it seemed like there was something about this specific branch that had been different than the ones they had been tracking down after finding Konner. That had been the explanation to why they were only finding out about them now, years after they had thought they’d seen the last of them. Batman wasn't happy to be blindsided like that. And neither were they. Konner, naturally, had taken it the worst. Practically begged to be on the mission even though it’s not his usual modus operandi. Nightwing suspected that he felt some kind of responsibility to see it through, which as illogical as it may be, he understood where Konner was coming from.
So here they were, Nightwing (Since Batman couldn't oversee it himself), Superboy (As previously stated), Robin (Teen Titan representative of choice) and Miss Martian headed towards the new CADMUS location in an intense silence. The mission was sanctioned as a recon mission, the objective was to not to be seen so they could bug their systems and find out just how much of CADMUS they had overlooked. Hence the two bats and a martian that could go intangible. Cyborg was on standby at the Watchtower in case his expertise was required, Robin could put him through. CADMUS dabbled in a lot more than just clones, so the team was surely in for a surprise.
Nightwing was confident it was nothing they couldn’t handle.
They kept in the shadows, Miss Martian connecting them telepathically as they split up. She headed off with Robin to the main control room, Nightwing stuck with Superboy as they got eyes on whatever was afoot here. Superboy easily fell into Nightwing’s lead, leaving minimal traces of their presence.
‘We’re clear.’ Robin informed them that he and Miss Martian had successfully reached the control room, ‘I’m tapping into the mainframe; downloading and in process.’
‘Were you seen?’ Nightwing asked back, hotwiring the security panel for one of the doors marked Authorized Access Only (that translates to “you should probably check this out” in vigilante speak).
‘Negative.’ Miss Martian echoed back.
‘It tell you what we're up for?’ Superboy asked, as the door silently opened. Nightwing stopped him from entering so he could scan the area for laser, boobie (heh) traps and other such sensors. All clear.
‘Systems scanning. Will update. Over.’ Robin said curtly, likely busy getting past the security without ringing any alarms.
‘Heading into an access point. Still clear. Over.’ Nightwing reported, as their communication line went quiet but the light buzz the connection gave still echoed in his scalp.
The lack of guards was concerning to say the least. The building wasn’t abandoned, there were still people going about. But they had all been in lab coats doing things that people that wore lab coats in shady underground operations did, not security going around securing the place. Even the access point hadn’t had any sensors that hotwiring couldn’t dismantle. Nightwing knew enough about CADMAS operations to know that this wasn’t how CADMUS operated. Knowing better than to hope for the best he told Superboy to keep his guard up, trusting Robin to come to the same conclusion as him.
They surveyed the access point. They had managed to get pretty deep into the building so there was sure to be something juicy in here. Weapons of mass destruction, an unnamed virus that could kill on impact, neo-Armegedon. All in previous case files stored under CADMUS along with superhero cloning. Nightwing was relatively certain he wouldn’t be finding any more cloning attempts, which had been the core of what they had been searching for during the first CADMUS eradication operations. Looked into all the big pharmas connects and everything. Crazy how far a name like “Wayne” could take you.
So imagine Nightwing’s surprise when Superboy calls him over while he’s snooping through the on hand files in the large room to see what all the freaky green bio-substance in the rows and rows of mason jars were supposed to be for and he sees an all to familiar pod. A pod that might even be referred to as a cloning pod. There was a kid inside, male, estimated age 7-10. It was always hard to tell ages with clones. Skin tone was hard to tell in the green of the liquid he was basking in, but it looked tan - melatonin tan, kid probably never got a lick of Vitamin D in his life. His hair was white in some parts and black in others, kinda like a zebra. Or was dalmatian a better reference? His umbilical cord was still attached- or something that served as one, if he were to guess. Nightwing couldn’t see where it led to as it disappeared into the ceiling.
“We gotta get him out.” Superboy said through clenched teeth. Nightwing couldn’t imagine the memories going through his head. His hand went for the control panel before Nightwing stopped him.
Superboy looked like he wanted to put up a fight so Nightwing was quick to explain, “We don’t know if he’s stable enough to not be in there. If you open it, or wake him or whatever- you could kill him. You need to think about this objectively, Superboy.” The anger didn’t dissipate but Nightwing trusted the nod of understanding he received and released his arm. “Clones don’t usually have an umbilical cord.” Nightwing noted, “They must’ve tried a new recipe.” Tuning back into Miss Martian's mental link, ‘Rob. You find anything yet?’
‘The information’s coded, Cyborg and I are working on it. But all I’ve found so far is not looking good.’ There was a beat of silence, and Nightwing’s chest twisted in anticipation. ‘They have a project Grayson.’
‘What?’ Nightwing ‘Are you sure it’s not just a coincidence.’ Superboy’s eyes snapped to Nightwing who turned to look at the boy in the cloning tube and wondered if his eyes would be blue when (if) he opened them. The memory of his own parents telling him the trails of his birth flashed in his head. His mother couldn’t conceive, so they’d found a doctor to help. He’d been a test-tube baby. At Least until he was old enough to be in a womb. He knew how it worked. And he knew that both his parents had to get harvested for it. Considering who they were dealing with, it wasn’t impossible their samples weren’t stolen.
‘Codename: P40-N10; Attempt 16: Project Grayson.’ Robin recited ‘That’s all I got so far.’
‘Robin, we're getting company.’ Miss Martian's voice said, alarmed.
With a curse Robin ended the conversation. If they found Red Robin and Miss Martian then it wouldn’t be long until guards came by their alley either. Quickly Nightwing tapped the computer screen that most likely connected to the kid’s suspension chamber. Superboy made himself useful looking through the paper trail stored in the shelves, since he could read faster than the average human. Robin was right about the coded information, trying to bypass whatever software they were using a pinprick he hadn’t been expecting poked through Nightwing’s glove drawing only a drop of blood.
That can’t be good.
The computer screen shifted to the loading sign, force-freezing any other on going processing for whatever just popped up. Instinctively, Nightwing backed up from the screen, bracing for some kind of explosion or attack to come from somewhere. But the screen finished loading and a present icon popped up, deceptively colorful. Despite not touching the mouse, the cursor moved to the icon with an exaggerated click and the present opened with a light fanfare of digital confetti.
Operation MouseTrap: Activated.
Nightwing didn’t know what that meant, but it couldn’t be good. Before he could process what course of action he should take- optimally a self-extraction, they’d been sniffed- the glass dome encasing the kid retracts with a loud sound and the substance is drained only just fast enough to not spill over the glass.
They had been expecting them.
MouseTrap. They were mice.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
‘Rob, MM. We need to leave. Now.’ Nightwing ordered urgently. Superboy was on his feet, catching the kid from hitting the floor with a speed Nightwing couldn’t match.
“I got him. We need to cut the wire.” Superboy said, checking the boy for a pulse. Approaching them quickly, Nightwing sliced through the umbilical cord with a batarang.
‘What’s the situation?’ Robin asked,
‘We’ve got them handled on our end.’ Miss Martian reported.
‘We’ve been set-up. I’ll explain later. We need to go.’ Nightwing snapped, just as the overhead alarms started blaring. He should’ve seen this coming a mile away.
Superboy picked the boy up. “Pulse is there, but barley. He needs medical attention, fast.” He used his jacket to cover the boy, holding him to his chest as he made his way to the door they had come in from.
“It’s too risky to take him with us. They wanted us to find him, there had to have been a reason.” Nightwing stepped in his path, staying aware of potentially being approached from behind. The containers he had been looking into earlier were forgotten in their corner of the room.
“So what?” Superboy asked venomously, “We leave him here? ‘Cause he's dangerous?” A took a threatening step closer, “A threat?” Cloning projects were always a sensitive topic for all the Supers, Konner specifically. Reasons obvious.
Nightwing sighed, “No.” He looked at the child and he couldn’t help but notice the similarities. Both with himself(phenotypically) and with Konner(in every other way). “No, we can’t leave him here. But we can’t go into this headfirst.” There was a volley of footsteps approaching.
‘Nightwing. Superboy. ETA?’ Robin asked through the link.
“We could take him to Mt. Justice?” Superboy tried to offer. “Titan’s Tower?”
“Mt. Justice is a secure location, we shouldn’t risk them being able to track the kid. We’d be risking everyone that stays there.” Nightwing explained, he could hear footsteps approaching. There was a crowd of them. “And the tower wouldn’t have the proper equipment to monitor or take care of him, medically.” The option of the Bat Cave filtered through Nightwing's mind, but he didn’t offer.
‘Guys.’ Miss Martian, called. ‘Do you copy?’
“Watchtower’s the safest bet, then.” Superboy pressed, “It’s crawling with heroes. Batman will be there. And Superman. What’s the worst one kid can do?” A lot. But Konner wouldn’t take that answer. Nightwing caught the kid’s hand twitch from under Superboy’s leather jacket.
‘Nightwing. Superboy.’ Robin called again, urgency in his tone. ‘Do you copy?’
“Why can’t our recons never actually be recons?” Nightwing sighed dramatically reaching for his batons as the door opened to reveal a folly of security guards. If they were meant to get in and get the kid, then they would sure as hell leave with him. Batman’s lecture be damned.
‘A few friends dropped by. We’ll catch you in five.’ Nightwing finally responded, ‘Get the medkits ready, we have a stowaway.’
Superboy let out a breath and his shoulder’s visibly relaxed, as he pulled the kid closer in his arms. He looked tiny next to Superboy's wide shoulders. Even if he was 7 he was small for it. Nightwing didn’t have much time to take in the kid, locked into a fight he could’ve taken in his formative Robin days, with a Super as back up. The two hurried down the corridor they had entered from, not bothering to take to the shadows when the loud red buzzer and alarms had exposed them. With Superboy’s enhanced strength the boy in his hands barely caused a dent in their escape plans. Though he was so small and skinny, Nightwing was confident their roles could’ve been reversed with minimal disadvantage.
The bioship took off the second the two landed both feet on board. Robin took one look at the heap of a child in Superboy’s arms and domino shifted in what Nightwing knew to be a questioning eyebrow.
“Heading back to Mt. Justice.” M'gann said as they steadied in the sky.
“Drop us off at the Watchtower on your way.” Dick called, following behind Konner to where Tim had set up their makeshift Medbay.
“B’s gonna flip.” Tim said approaching the stretcher the ship formed for them, as Konner laid the kid down gingerly. Dick shrugged, watching the monitors Tim hooked the kid up to. They were low, but they were steady. “He looks like you.” Tim commented again, stepping back to examine his work.
His hair had strips of white in that Dick never had the displeasure of dealing with, but Dick had never been in a cloning pod and he couldn’t be sure if the white hair was a genetic thing or a side effect of whatever the green stuff was. He should’ve gotten a sample of the vials when he had a chance. Have something to show for himself at the lecture he was no doubtably going to have to sit through with B. His skin wasn’t as tan as Dick’s but Dick spent excess hours in the sun and the kid got his umbilical cord cut only minutes ago. He had a dust of freckles, like Dick did. His nose bridge had a crick in it like Dick’s mom’s in the pictures, but Dick’s nose didn’t have one. His jaw was slim and angled like Dick’s had been before he hit puberty, and his skin was clear of any of the acne Dick had fought hard and long in his middle-teens. His shoulder’s didn’t have the muscles Dick had been trained into since before he could remember, making his entire body slimmer and smaller than Dick’s had been at that age.
It was like looking into a funhouse mirror of himself.
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“Nightwing.” Batman called in a tone that Dick had become, unfortunately, very used to over the years. “Explain.”
“We were reconn-ing, like planned. Found the kid, alarms went off. It was no longer a recon.” He slumped into the empty chair with the Big Blue’s emblem etched into the leather of it. A bored look on his face to hopefully deter the length of the incoming lecture.
“You were team leader and as team leader you should know better than to not notice things. Clues that aren’t there are tells as much as clues that are there, and you led your team-” The lecture was cut off by a color-clad man Nightwing hadn’t had the pleasure of knowing the name of, his hurried eyes filtering between the duo and landing pointedly on Nightwing, hesitant to say anything in the presence of The Almighty Batman. But Nightwing knew. There was only one reason anyone would be looking for him right now.
“The kid’s-”
“Awake. Yeah, I got it.” Nightwing said pushing past him and hurrying in the direction of the Medbay Konner had refused to leave. Batman was on his tail, never one to leave a child vulnerable or unattended, regardless of the potential threat levels. Or maybe it was because he was a threat.
Nightwing entered before Batman, but he could feel him falter at the sight of the kid that sat in the bed with a posture Alfred had taken years to instill in Dick. His hair was still a patchwork of black and white, Dick wondered if he was wrong to think there was more white than there had been before. But as he stepped through the door, large blue eyes locked with Dick’s own. His Father had blue eyes. And his mother had a hooked nose. He’d seen the pictures. He’s memorized them. The slim jaw, the large eyes, and the lush lips. He looked like Dick, but not identical.
“He just woke up.” Konner told Dick quietly, but still loud enough for the kid to hear. Dick took off his domino, Batman left his on. The only people in the room were the three of them, the kid, and the doctor who was looking after him. The kid eyed them all wearily nonetheless.
“Hi,” Dick started with a smile, making sure to keep his hands in view and move them slowly, “I’m Richard Grayson, most people call me Dick.” He wondered if the joke would make him laugh or cringe. The kid just watched him and gave no reaction. Dick cleared his throat and continued, “I was one of the people that helped you get out of your pod.” he informed him. Still no reaction, but he could tell the kid was listening.
Batman stepped to speak, “Do you know who you are?” A clear question, classic Bat.
“P-four-zero-dash-N-ten.” He recited in almost a robotic way. When Konner had been broken out of his pod, he had memories, an objective.
“What he means is do you have a name?” Dick said even though he knew that’s not what Batman had meant.
“Project Grayson. Attempt 16, variation B-7.” He said in the same tone. His eyes moved fast and widely and he took in Dick and Batman’s reactions. Without prompt he continued, “Subject A-1 of operation MouseTrap. To be released from confinement under circumstances of acceptance of preliminary requirements.”
There was a beat of silence, “What are the preliminary requirements?” Batman asked his voice hesitant in the way that Batman never hesitated.
“Requirement 1: Suitable requirements of sustainability. Requirement 2: Overridden entry granted,” When Nightwing hotwired the security to get in, “Requirement 3: DNA match Richard Grayson.”
“What do you know about Richard Grayson?” Batman questioned again. The doctor stepped closer to the kid, but waited for Batman’s question to be answered.
“Richard Grayson, son of Mary Grayson and John Grayson. Recognized as the Flying Graysons, a well known international circus act. Orphaned at age 8, adopted by Bruce Wayne at age 8. First notable appearance as Robin estimated age 9. First notable Nightwing appearance estimated age 19 to 20. Noted weapon of choice: dual escrima sticks. Proficient in martial arts, with emphasis in aerial maneuvers. Threat level: 9.” He paused again, eyes not leaving the whites of Batman’s cowl. “Do you require more details?”
“No.” He said quietly. He took a small step back as silent permission for the doctor to go ahead.
The kid’s eyes went to the doctor, taking in the lab coat before the doctor herself. “I’m going to draw some blood for testing. Is that okay?” The doctor displayed the empty syringe in her hands, not bringing the potential threat closer. The kid eyed the medical device.
“Understood.” He offered up his still bare forearm. The doctor seemed hesitant at that, but proceeded regardless. The boy’s features that had stayed a daring still during the entire not-really-a-conversation-probably-more-of-an-interrogation, made the light twitch of his left eye as the syringe penetrated his skin only more apparent.
Dick considered the interaction they had so far. The kid was definitely a kid. Presumably human considered the resemblance they seemed to share, but you could never be too sure with CADMUS. The tests would prove that once the results were back. But he seemed sentient, picking up on (the lack of) social cues and trying to correct (in his perspective) the mistakes he had made. He reacted to pain, maybe not in the way most kids would, but he wasn’t most kids. He had blood, so he wasn’t a cyborg. There was probably some brainwashing they needed to tap into, but nothing the League hadn’t dealt with before.
The doctor asked him whether he preferred a Superman bandaid or Wonder Woman. His head tilted to the side just a bit, as he examined both bandaids. Then stared at the doctor in silence. The doctor retreated to grab one of the boring brown ones they gave you when you weren’t allowed to have choices anymore. Konner watched the whole interaction from the corner of the room.
When Dick moved in wide steps, the kid watched him carefully with more curiosity than fight. He brought Konner close, but not so much that they were crowding the boy. They still didn’t know what he was capable of, and this would be the worst way to find out. “This is Konner.” Dick gave his shoulder a dramatic clap that he knew wouldn’t hurt the man, “He’s from CADMUS too, long story.” Curiosity took the better of him, “Do you know about project KR?” The kid tilted his head the way he had done with the doctor, which Dick took to mean he was confused and decided not to press the topic, “Well, anyway. Konner here can help you out with anything we can’t. Isn’t that right, Kon?” Dick spoke animatedly, pointedly being overly friendly in his demure with Konner.
Konner gave a nervous nod. Given the fight he’d put up to make sure they brought the kid with them, he was being awfully shy.
The kid looked between them, expression calculating. “Konner.” He echoed Dick’s cadence at the name, but it sounded strange in the monotone. Then he seemed to take a moment to process the name, eyebrows bunching up. He turned to Dick head tilted again. Dick was starting to find it quite endearing. “Konner here.” He echoed Dick’s voice again, but Dick gave him the space to try to find his next words that were brewing on his face, “Kon?” It had the slightest tilt of a question.
“Kon is a nickname.” Konner was quick to explain, his voice was gentle and placating in the way Superman’s often was. “My real name is Kon-el, but most people call me Konner, and my friends call me Kon.”
“Kon is a nickname.” The kid repeated, looking point blank into Konner’s eyes. Then he turned to Dick, “Most people call me Dick.” He repeated Dick’s introduction from before.
Dick gave him a large grin, “Yeah, Dick is a nickname, too. People only call me Richard if they’re mad at me. You picked that up pretty quick kid. You’re a smart one aren’t ‘cha.”
“Pretty quick.” He echoed.
“Do you want to pick out some clothes?” Konner asked. They kept a reserve of all sizes in the room across from the MedBay, they came in handy and also reminded people that Batman designed this place because who else would think to have a gift-shop themed store in the middle of space.
“Pick out? Some clothes.”
“Oh yeah, we got a bunch.” Dick nods.
Surprisingly it was Batman that spoke up next, “Would you like to go see?”
“You’re a smart one aren’t ‘cha.” He says in the same praising manner Dick had, the musculature of his face still steady. Konner hid his laughter much better than Dick, who doubled over in hysterics. Batman didn’t laugh, he never did, but there was a wisp of a smile on his face and that was as close to a cackle you could get out of the cowl.
Dick decided to save the Nightwing merchandise indoctrination for when the kid knew how to say no and mean it. They’d gone through and shown him a handful of options that were his size, because there were a lot of options. In the end he’d picked a hoodie with patchwork of Wonder Woman’s logo on it, that he wore over an equally vibrant Green Lantern t-shirt, and bright red Flash pajama pants. A lot of color, not that Dick’s original Robin costume had been much better in that aspect. The kid could use a bit of color in his life after whatever insanity he’d been put through.
Dick saw the way Batman’s eyes trailed after the kid’s every movement, and hands ready to pick out wherever his eyes landed on. He’d definitely be seeing more of the kid. Pulling the clothes on to replace the hospital gown, the kid looked at himself in the mirror, pulling at the clothes that were still a little big on him and examining them under the gaze of the mirror. When he was satisfied with the ensemble, he turned back to them.
Dick’s phone buzzed with a text.
Timbers: Updates?
It’d probably be best if Dick called him to explain. Which he’d have to do later. “Are you hungry, buddy?”
The kid looked at him curiously, head dipping to the side. The oversized hoodie only added to the look. “I like mac’n’cheese. Do you want to try that?”
“Pretty quick.” He said, in what Dick would deduce to be a yes.
“There’s going to be a lot of people there.” Batman explained, voice slow and enunciated, “We can bring you the mac’n’cheese or you can come with us to get it.”
The Watchtower wasn’t too crowded today, most of the heroes with other bases were there, but even today’s small number might be overwhelming for the kid. “Lot of people there.” he echoed, wide eyes looking up to meet the Caped Crusader’s.
“They’re other heroes. Like Wonder Woman,” Konner pointed to his hoodie, “Green Lantern,” the shirt peeked out from under the hoodie, “and Flash.”
“Superman. Aquman. And this is the Martian Manhunter.” The kid quoted from their quick explanation earlier.
Dick nodded, “Yeah like them, and they’re our friends so they’re not going to hurt you. But they might not be there because uh-” Dick hesitated about what he should say, “they’re at work.” he settled.
After a lot of consideration the kid seemed willing to head to the cafeteria, and they picked a seat in the corner where they could see the whole room but be out of the way enough so the kid didn’t get spooked. Batman and Konner took the kid to pick out which of the meals he thought looked most appetizing while Dick called Tim.
The phone rang a few times, “How screwed are you?” Tim said in lue of a greeting.
Dick laughed, “You should come by and meet your new brother.”
“What! It’s been like four hours?”
“He’s known him for like thirty minutes.” Dick watched as Batman and Konner did their best at explaining what each of the foods were.
“Seriously?” Tim exclaimed before sighing, “Kid got a name?”
“We’re working on it.”
“Is he gonna stay at the Manor?”
“Probably not for a while. What did you find on him?”
Another sigh, more frustrated. “It’s taking a while. But I should have it done in an hour.”
“Personal delivery?”
“I’ll see what I can do.” A pause, some of the other hero’s gave the kid curious looks. But fortunately no one approached since Batman was his shadow. “You know who he is, yet?” Tim meant in relation to Dick. Because there was some relation, people don’t just look alike. Not the way they did.
Brother. Son. Duplicate. Dick hadn’t really given himself the chance to think about it. Like really think about it. He has a family, sure, Bruce, Alfred, Barbra, Jason and Tim. But he had a family. The ones who told him Romani folktales and helped him feed the circus animals even though they weren’t allowed. He was the last of the Graysons, but that could only happen if there had been Graysons before. And there had been. Until they had fallen from grace, and the show light stopped shining upon them. But there was another Grayson now, in whatever way he had been made, and whoever he was supposed to be. Dick wasn’t the last Grayson anymore, and he hoped he would never have to be again. “We did some tests. They haven’t come back yet.”
“Hm. I’ll stop by when I can.”
“‘Kay. Toodles.” Dick could hear him snort at that before the line disconnected.
When Dick finally made it to the table, the kid looked up at him. He put a singular cheesy gnocchi in his mouth that took him a few tries to get on the end of his fork. The kid tried for another bite, hair flopping around as he tried to work the fork. Batman watched him as he managed to fill his fork with more than he would be able to fit in his mouth, then toppled and fell into the bowl. Confused, he tried again. This time Batman took the fork from him demonstrating how to use the utensil with a silent patience, and handed it back to the boy loaded with a bite.
Flash, ever the conversationalist, caught sight of them and made his way to the table. “Cool pants, kid.” he commented jovially sitting in the empty space next to Konner.
The kid looked down at his pants, cheese smeared around his mouth that Dick could tell Batman was seriously contemplating whipping. But neither of them were ready to push the kid’s boundaries yet, if he even had any. The kid examined the Flash emblem that patterned his pants, then up at the matching and much more meticulously designed on the speedster’s chest. His eyes went wide with recognition, but his face didn’t move to smile. The kid pointed to Flash’s chest, “Cool pants, kid!” He exclaimed excitement was easily laced into the Flash’s cadence of speech.
“Hey! That’s what I said!” Flash was easy to laugh, despite the whisper of confusion in his eyes.
The cheer Flash displayed was matched easily, “Hey! That’s what I said!” There was a laugh in his voice like he was trying to say a joke that reached his eyes but not his cheeks. “And Flash!” he exclaimed.
“That's right, I’m the Flash.” He gave a quick lap around the table to show off his speed, both the kid’s and Dick’s hair tousled in the show.
“Pretty quick.” Danny cheered.
“I’d like to think so.” Flash puffed his chest out, a prideful smile on his face. Dick rolled his eyes. Speedsters.
“You should eat your food before it gets cold.” Konner nudged the kid gently. Reminded of the earlier mystery of the fork and mac'n'cheese, his attention was quickly diverted.
“Kinda young for the family business, don’t you think, Batsy?” Flash questioned, “He didn’t even earn his colors yet.” Flash alluded to the Robin suit.
“He’ll be staying at the Watchtower for a period.” Batman said, and whatever other additional explanation he was about to give was forgotten when the kid placed his forkless hand on the table to aim at the pasta from overhead, like he’d been doing earlier. Except unlike all the other times, his hand went straight through the hard material of the table, causing him to topple over. A surprised gasp escaped him.
Flash caught his head before it hit anything, the other’s on their feet. “Oh, dear.” Flash commented lightly, trying to disperse any tension the kid may have had. Like all the other times, he didn’t cry or seem alarmed in any way. He tried to pull his hand out but it seemed stuck, and he turned to Dick for an explanation. Not that Dick had one to give. He wasn’t a meta, untapped or otherwise. His parent’s weren't either. And even if the tests hadn’t come back Dick had had his suspicions of who the kid was supposed to be to him. And meta didn’t fit anywhere into the bill.
“Can you get him out?” Batman asked Flash, when it was clear the kid didn’t know how to. It took him a while to phase his hand out, and it was obvious he didn’t like the idea of using the speed force on the kid, but they didn’t have that many options. The kid, to his credit, seemed only mildly put off by the experience and went back to his goal of finishing his mac’n’cheese. The same couldn’t be said for the rest of them.
Batman gave Dick a look. “Tim says he should be done in an hour. Stop by if he can.” Batman didn’t look pleased, but there wasn’t much else for him to do.
“Are you ok?” Konner asked, trying for a gentle hand on his shoulder. The kid didn’t protest.
“Pretty quick.” He said pointing his fork to Flash, as a final comment.
me: has a prompt idea me: i can write a short little exerpt abt this lol. it' be fun. maybe like 2k?? me four days later pulls put this monstrosity:
for your convince I only have the "original amount" i was planning. the rest will be on ao3
#danny and dick#dick grayson#danny phantom#dpxdc#tim!robin#young justice#young justice show#justice league#justice leauge unlimited#bruce wayne#batman#the kid is obviously danny#the actual thing ended up be like 9k words so...#i actually have a problem#lmaoo#i couldn't decide if i wanted him to be a clone of dick or be the “son” of dick and kori#but plot had other plans#and neither of those things happened#that aside#bruce saw kid#kid looked like dick when dick was itty bitty#that's bruce's kid now#not that dick is any better#kid has sus background and that only makes them want him more
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Some Crowzrael lore basics because I have.. so many WIPs for them and feel like context should be shared. This is all very abridged because Crow’s story is long…
Crow is one of Bruce’s protégés (not adopted, just someone he mentored). He had been taken under Bruce’s wing when he was about 16-17 (during the Dick Grayson Robin era) and worked with Bruce when Dick was with the Titans.
Crow has a deeply personal attachment to the Batman mantle due to heavily idolizing Bruce as a child. He had an unfortunate home situation and used escapism as a way to cope, he was obsessed with Batman and his work in Gotham. He saw Bruce as a sort of savior, and felt that he could become that if he just put his mind to it. For a long time he sees Bruce as being an ideal, something without flaw and realizing that he is human beneath the Cowl is a big point in Crow’s lore…
He operates solo for a while, gets mentored by Bruce, and establishes his own superhero team (the Syndicate of Hope, something akin to the League and the Titans. It is comprised entirely of my friends’ OCs). He is mostly detached from Bruce in the Jason Todd era, but does help train Jason. When Bruce leaves the country during the Death in the Family storyline, Crow is who watches over Gotham for him. (There is also messy Nightwing situationship lore here.. they were briefly together, they break up due to both of them being in horrible spots mentally and kind of using each other for comfort rather than addressing their problems. They agree to just stay friends, etc etc.)
Due to his years of experience, all of his time spent working with Bruce, and his clear desire to become Batman, he feels as if he is the obvious heir to the Cowl.. which he never inherits. Crow wasn’t in Gotham when Bruce was paralyzed, he had been called by his team to another city and returned to see Azbats. He hated Jean Paul. He does not kill, but he wanted him dead more than anything. A random man who Bruce hardly knew inherited the Cowl, and was disgracing it with violent, reckless behavior. After the death of Abattoir, he tried to fight Azbats and lost. Jean Paul had left a permanent scar on Crow’s face after shooting a shuriken at him, he also attempted to shoot Jean Paul but the Azbats helmet absorbed most of the impact.
After Jean Paul is “defeated” and spirals into homelessness he is let off with (what Crow feels) was a slap on the wrist, so Crow decides to start doing surveillance on him and exact justice himself. He spent months following Jean Paul, but over time he grew really sympathetic towards him. Cared for him, even.
Jean Paul doesn’t have a very good recollection of his time in the shelter due to the trauma he had endured and his disassociation and hallucinations that followed that. He isn’t sure if Crow is real, but he does recognize a bird-like figure that follows him. Sometimes he sees the bird man looming over him, or trying to strangle him, other times he feels it embrace him. He can never really make out the face, or discern reality from his delusions.
During this time Crow also works with Oracle to further investigate the Order of St. Dumas and locate their headquarters (Ice Cathedral in Switzerland). He gives this information, and a map to Bruce and encourages him to relay the information to Jean Paul and give him enough money to get out of the shelter. He chooses to go through Bruce because he thinks Jean Paul will trust him more than Crow.
After Jean Paul begins operating as Azrael again, Crow continues to appear here and there and claims it’s to monitor Jean Paul due to his track record and generally unpredictable nature, but in truth it’s to make sure he’s safe and well after going back to vigilantism. They don’t always see eye to eye, but he tries to be someone Jean Paul can rely on, even if that means going against Bruce (which he doesn’t often do). He’s the first person to stand up for Jean Paul when he’s accused of something, or advocate for him leaving behind Azrael when Jean Paul talks about giving up heir work.
He wants to help Jean Paul figure out who he is, what he fights for, why he fights at all, but more than anything he wants to be a friend. He feels like people are too quick to judge him, to criticize him, and he knows that despite his flaws Jean Paul is trying to be good. They have a slow burn that lasts a fairly long time (mostly because I felt the Lilhy plot is important and his attraction to her does play a part in that), but they do get together and despite their history they are a pretty happy couple.
Fun little facts about them is they went to the same University before Jean Paul dropped out, but they are both pretty unremarkable as civilians so they never noticed each other. Jean Paul does eventually move in with Crow and they have a pigeon named Cornelius who Crow rescued. Their hypothetical weddings bands are gold and silver, Jean Paul’s is silver and Crow’s is gold so they wear each other’s colors.
#crowzrael#crow of gotham#jpv#jean paul valley#oc x canon#dc sona#they are like enemies to lovers but jpv doesn’t consider him an enemy because their fight wasn’t that personal to him#he cares about jpv so deeply and sometimes jpv is overwhelmed by that#jpv likes the company though. the support. crow brings him a sort of comfort no one else does#because crow is the first of the vigilantes to go out of his way to understand him after his time as batman#he does feel bad about scarring crow. but also crow tried to shoot him so it is lessened by that.#they are very: he asked for no pickles#even before getting together they are physically affectionate because they’re touch starved. it confuses jpv but he appreciates it.
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I’m going to blunt and say I’m not excited for the Dick Grayson and Jason Todd movie.
Why because how James Gunn is handling it but honestly it is more to do with DC pushing Damian way too much in terms of films. Like does no one exactly want to talk about how awful it is that Damian is being push as the ‘true son’ Like hello what are Dick, Jason and Tim then especially Dick are telling me they’re not his kids because they’re not blood related.
God, this type of thinking sends shivers down my spine it’s like how the fandom goes they’re not blood related so it’s fine to ship these characters who literally have familial bond and view each other as siblings and in Bruce case a surrogate father and a guardian. Look I get it is just fiction and all that jazz but maybe reflect to yourself on why you think that it is not to demonising you for your likes in taboo ships but to consider why people get uncomfortable with that mentality. I’m honestly just so sick of this small silly trend going on with DC non-bio children are less valuable then bio children and no amount of hate towards Bruce as a character will change the fact that this is not okay.
Look I get people do not like Bruce but at the end of the day taking Batman out of the picture completely changes Dick and Jason lives wether you like it or not Bruce as a character has a heavy impact on them.
While I have my gripes with how some Nightwing and mainly Redhood comic writers tend to villainise Bruce way too much and even flat out make him go against his character and morals. I’m looking at you Dixon Nightwing year one and probably Robin year one by him as well, sorry forever basis to Dark victory which is my preferred Batman and Robin origin story. (Maybe that will change with the new Batman and Robin year one this year, I’m so excited for that I hope it’s good.)
Like seriously writers I’m sick of this stop having Bruce be the main conflict of the story let Dick and Jason have their own agency as characters. Making it revolve around Bruce makes seem like you have no faith in them as characters to hold their own without anything tied to Batman. Comic book writers I challenge you to make story with Bruce and his children without being him being the main conflict like you can have family conflict without being written in a flat out abusive way and making Bruce even bend out of character for drama and being overly dark and edgey.
Like Jason can be such a fascinating character but you have to be willing to accept he is a morally grey character and while yes he can conflict with Batman it is more about their beliefs on what is justice and how they approach that said justice and how it should be served.
Batman is not a bad father for not wanting to go against his beliefs what Jason is asking from Bruce is honestly selfish ask, just so he prove that he loved his son even though Bruce does care about his son to point it destroyed him mentally that he died. Look I get he is hurting it’s understandable but honestly redhood writers need to accept that he does things that need to face consequences for his actions taking a life even if a criminal has consequences to think about and how it can affect one psyche then you need to think about a even though a criminal death effects people close to them. Aka stop blaming Bruce for every choice and action Jason makes it takes away his agency as character in general writers.
But challenge for Bruce writers mostly male writers stop making him hit his kids for the sake of drama and violence or just being ‘dark’ or for no reason at all. While I don’t mind conflict and Bruce having a rare scuffle with his children, I’m honestly just tired of it which is why world finest is so healing for me as both a Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne fan.
Opps, I got a bit off topic there. But my point being, I feel trying separating the Robins from Batman is just unfortunate especially given I like the connection between Dick and Bruce and they both learn to become both partners in arms but also a family.
I don’t know maybe I am just upset that I’m denied my original dynamic duo again in a film. Especially I feel sometimes writer are ashamed of Dick origins as Robin which is just disappointing but also forcing Dick and Jason to have a relationship they didn’t have in the film just feels so wrong to me. Like yes they’re brothers but you’re sacrificing apart of Dick character and who he is just so you tell a story about them being in the streets together. Maybe it can work but who knows but I just feel it wasn’t done with the best of intentions behind it, especially given how DC is currently pushing Damian as batman only son in the film media at least.
But those are just my thoughts and I’m happy for those that are excited about the film but from what I heard about it so far it’s just not the Robin film for me.
I see your points.
I personally don't have many expectations for the movie? I mean, I'll probably watch it when it releases, but I'm not particularly excited about it since I'm not really a fan of character's origins being changed. Like, I get it'd be difficult to have two Robins in the same movie and show both their origins separately, but I guess when I heard about it I just thought how amazing it'd be to finally get a good Robin movie that followed the comics only to find out it was more of an alternative universe that might change people's perceptions of the characters for those who don't know anything about the comics.
I'm mostly worried there'll be people now thinking this is the true origin of Dick and Jason—but specially Dick, since Jason gets something more similar to his origin story.
However, perhaps it's possible Dick did have his Circus origin, but instead of ending up with Bruce, he escapes and ends up finding Jason. And I think it's possible Dick will find Batman later and that's how he becomes Nightwing, but that's just me guessing.
All in all, I don't disagree with people who are excited for this film, but I don't necessarily agree either. I suppose I'll just wait and see how it goes without getting my expectations too high or too low. Who knows? Maybe it ends up being better than what I imagine.
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Carrie Kelley: Character Sheet
Carrie Kelley is such an interesting character to me. She has a similar backstory to Barbara, Stephanie, and Tim, where they weren't adopted by Bruce or taken in by him, yet they chose to be heroes. Besides Barbara, who became Batgirl, the other three became Robins Stephanie lasted about two to four weeks (I might be exaggerating, as I could be wrong). Still, she's a Robin, yet she isn’t incorporated into the main Batman lore, and I think I understand why.
She's a Frank Miller property, but I find her so intriguing! She chose to be a Robin and proved herself by saving Bruce. Her weapon is a slingshot, she has short, choppy hair, and she wears glasses (or goggles for her hero suit). I'm not sure if she's near or farsighted, but I think she has the spunk and energy that I love. I know in the New 52, they brought her in but aged her up; she wasn't the Carrie Kelley Robin but just a student attending school with Damian.
This leads me to my next point: I think it would be so cool if she were around Robin's age, like 8 or 9 (similar to the first Robin), and a big fan of the classic Robin attire (since she wears that hero suit in the comics). I believe she is still a huge Batman fan.
Now, this is my headcanon, but I like to imagine her as smart enough to advance in school, allowing her to be in the same grade as Damian much to his annoyance. She has a bubbly energy for someone living in Gotham, enough to irritate Damian without being out of character for her.
As for her parents, from what I've read on the wikis, they are stoners who were big into Woodstock and just never moved past being lazy even as parents. I've tweaked that a bit; they are still stoners, but they are card-carrying stoners to fit the time period since it's more acceptable now. They aren’t perfect, often indulging in edibles when they don't want to smoke at home because, you know, daughter, but they still care about her.
Similar to how Janet and Jack loved Tiffany, Jim loved Barbara, or Catherine did love Jason, it's kind of cheesy but obviously, her life won't be perfect, especially living in Gotham. I still theorize that the rent there is crazy cheap, which is why it remains heavily populated, lol.
That's all I have for now. I don't think I'll go too far with this currently; I’m mostly practicing and posting fics on AO3 and sharing my script/quote posts here.
Hobbies: Musical theatre, making Robin outfits, practicing her slingshot skills to fight villains, karate, and baking.
Likes: FNAF (yes, the video game; my nephew is into it, lol), Batman, Batgirl, Nightwing, Red Robin, Robins in general, horror movies, musical theatre, and parkour/thrill-seeking.
Dislikes: The Joker, most Gotham rogues, being bored, and her parents ignoring her or wanting her not to crime-fight.
Strengths: Karate, slingshot skills, singing, acting, and cosplay design.
Weaknesses: Bad vision, and she is not yet the most flexible.
Wants: To be a hero.
Problems: She wants to be a Robin, but isn’t ready yet, so she has a tendency to put herself in danger as a way for the Bat team to save her. This often leaves people like Damian annoyed. She also has a tendency to be a bit of a chatterbox and overly energetic, but she makes up for it by being a skilled fighter, showing that she is a true hero.
That's what I have for now. Thanks for reading!
#carrie kelley#character concept#character sheet#dark knight#batfamily#batman#dc comic#batfamily fanfiction#writers of ao3#batfamily adventures#batman wayne family adventures#wayne family adventures#dc fanfiction#batman fanfiction#fanfiction writer#wish me luck yall#w.i.p#w.i.p. character sheet#all the robins#the robins#robins
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